[The befuddlement Aerith experiences from Tifa's initial response lasts about as long as a few blinks of the eye. Inside, she's still turning it over, regardless of however she might be reacting on the outside. Maybe she's already impressed Tifa? Maybe there's no need to impress Tifa? Maybe Tifa's never had anyone who's wanted to do that before? The possibilities are endless, really.

With an expert carefulness, which is less expert and more Aerith awkwardly turning where she stands, she keeps her cup well-balanced atop the flat of her palm.]

You're. Right. Mom doesn't have all of that stuff here.

[And really, she's not sure she wants to explain later on why there's potentially a lot of broken dishes. Those cost money and it's not as if they're exactly well off.]

Maybe next time I'm at the bar we can practise with more of that stuff? Before you open or after you close. Probably after closing. That seems better.