[ Letting Tifa lead the way to the water's edge, Nami looks ahead at the calm strip of beach laid out before them, the false sky already beginning to deepen with the oncoming evening hours. It's been over a year since she's seen the sky, but her suite helps take the edge off, even if she could never really let herself forget how it's all fake. ]

Works for me. You'll get to know the place eventually. [ Which is a presumptuous thing to say, enough so that Nami feels her face warm as she casts a quick glance in Tifa's direction before trying to brush the comment off with a dismissive shake of her head. ] If you decide you want to hang out up here, I mean.

[ She's glad for the conversation to shift back to familiar territory, even though the topic of her island is one she's more selective about, when it comes to sharing the details. ]

I grew up in a tangerine orchard, outside a tiny farming town. You could see the ocean from almost anywhere you stood. [ Nami tilts her head towards a cozy-looking rattan daybedsituated a few paces away from the water's edge, and shoots Tifa a questioning look before heading over to sit on the edge of the cushion. It's spacious enough that they don't have to get too close, but deep down, Nami kind of hopes Tifa doesn't keep her distance, even as their conversation lingers in safe, casual territory. ]

So what about you? If you haven't lived in your tough city your whole life, where did you grow up?