[ Not expecting him to turn his wrist and take her hand like that, Aerith's got to tuck her head slightly in a vain effort to try and hide the wide grin that sweeps across her face at being met with Tseng's quiet, but still beautifully present affection. This is already the best birthday she's had in years. Even though she knows plenty of friendly faces in the slums, and the kids at Leaf House never let the day go by without singing to her and giving her homemade cards, it can be a lonely day. A time she spent daydreaming about Zack's return, even as the passing of years made it seem less and less likely he was going to turn up, much less on her birthday as a big surprise.

She's gotten over being shocked that it's Tseng who turned up and made her feel seen and cherished in this way, now, she's just thankful. ]

Whatever I have in mind, huh? [ Brilliant green eyes narrow slyly as she tilts her head back, trying to appear as though she were pondering a lot of very substantial ideas, her voice brightly matter-of-fact when she begins to lay them out. ]

Then, after sushi, you let me lay on your lap in the living room with a bottle of wine, and we talk until I kiss your neck enough times that you carry me to bed. And in the middle of the night, we get up and eat ice cream. [ It sounds perfect to her, it sounds like everything he probably shouldn't ever agree to from her. And that she knows he will anyway, just makes it even more precious and special. ]