[One chicken pecks at the other before it completely body-checks it into the other, and Tifa has had just about enough.]
Oh, please! You've had plenty to eat!
[She bends down and picks up the aggressive one and holds onto it as tight as she can while the other gets its share of the bar. It struggles in her grasp, but Tifa is much bigger than it is, so she manages with minimal trouble before it finally calms down, besides the low threatening clucks it makes as it watches the other eat.
... Back to the conversation.]
We don't. Not like you normally would, but doesn't stop people from coming by the bar for a drink every now and again. I think it's become more of a comfort thing than anything else—something familiar, y'know?
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Oh, please! You've had plenty to eat!
[She bends down and picks up the aggressive one and holds onto it as tight as she can while the other gets its share of the bar. It struggles in her grasp, but Tifa is much bigger than it is, so she manages with minimal trouble before it finally calms down, besides the low threatening clucks it makes as it watches the other eat.
... Back to the conversation.]
We don't. Not like you normally would, but doesn't stop people from coming by the bar for a drink every now and again. I think it's become more of a comfort thing than anything else—something familiar, y'know?