[ Humming thoughtfully, Aerith's eyes narrow fondly as she makes a show of considering whether it's one wish or two before electing to steal a quick kiss instead of being contrary. ]

We're going to order in, both dinner and cake, of course. [ She counters, her tone bright despite the softness of her voice. ] But, you can make me breakfast tomorrow morning. [ As appealing as Tseng cooking for her is, she doesn't want him to get that far away from her for that long tonight. There's a smug glint to her gaze as she makes that offer and lets her thumb brush over his cheek again. ]

Maybe sushi? Or– [ Aerith draws the word out as she moves to take his arm and let him lead the way while she ponders. ] Some cozy curry? Or is there somewhere fancy you like?