Tifa gave a slow nod of her head as the ninja sat herself inside the windowsill. "We're out of rice at the moment. I haven't been to the market yet but I'll make sure to have some for breakfast tomorrow. There's plenty of ham for you if you need it, though."

She spins back to answer Sephiroth's remarks well after Yuffie's made her own.

"Time's not a factor here, at least in how long you've been trying to maintain your physique. Eat up. I don't want it going to waste, especially when there are people here who can barely eat."

She leans against the basin in the kitchen, watching the two of them in one anothers company. Arms cross over her chest as she lets out a very shallow sigh, as if looking to two troublesome children and their inability to get along. There was no getting through to Yuffie, at least not any time soon. She wasn't going to try to convince either to "shake hands and say sorry", but she was going to do her best to keep her eyes on both of them.. for the time being.

"If you're going to eat in this kitchen, Princess, you'll play nice. I feed you with the understanding that you won't start any trouble."

Narrowed eyes look to Sephiroth as she approaches the small table to sit between him and the window where Yuffie sits.

"Tuck in. No need to wait for me."