[ As difficult as it is to imagine a place drained dry of all its vibrancy to the point that the grass doesn't even grow, it's harder still to imagine someone like Tifa living there. Even though it's more than obvious the woman can kick ass, there's a softness to her that's hard to picture in a city as gritty as the Midgar that Tifa describes. As curious as it makes her, she gets the sense Tifa's content to push past the topic, something she finds herself easily leaning into with a smile. ]

You're not exactly making that sound regrettable.

[ Nami lifts her glass to her lips and hides a smirk against the rim, her eyes curving up in amusement as she looks across the bar at her before taking a sip as well. With a hum of approval, her gaze darts down to the contents of her glass as the warmth of swallowed alcohol enrobes her throat in a not-at-all unpleasant burn. ]

There's a tangerine liquor they drink on the island I come from, I'm always looking for the next best thing.

[ She takes another sip before looking back at Tifa, brushing off her words with a shake of her head. ] Should we sit by the water with these, or do you want to walk around? [ Truthfully, sitting right here continuing to steal glances at the other woman and her remarkably mahogany eyes, but Nami can already tell doing that won't help her temper the urge to flirt with Tifa. ]