Hm? [Tifa follows suit, flipping further into the book.
Many of the front pages have information on them, but only just barely, but it's true – the further she flips into her own, the less it seems to have. Blank page after blank page fill its spine, and she stops, chin resting in her hand, stumped.]
The stuff that is in here doesn't even seem to be enough.
[There's one page she's keen on finding, and she flicks through furiously until she lands on the page for Heavenly Blanc.]
Even this one...? It doesn't even say...
[She seems to become lost in the details that it does have, which are very few, about what she still is convinced is supposedly her bar.]
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Many of the front pages have information on them, but only just barely, but it's true – the further she flips into her own, the less it seems to have. Blank page after blank page fill its spine, and she stops, chin resting in her hand, stumped.]
The stuff that is in here doesn't even seem to be enough.
[There's one page she's keen on finding, and she flicks through furiously until she lands on the page for Heavenly Blanc.]
Even this one...? It doesn't even say...
[She seems to become lost in the details that it does have, which are very few, about what she still is convinced is supposedly her bar.]