[Tifa doesn't mind in the least.]

He'll be fine. If I ask him to just sit tight and pretend to be a customer, he will.

[The only person her puppy eyes seem to work on is Cloud, and she'll absolutely take advantage of that. The image that Aerith's idea conjures up does make her giggle to herself, though.]

You really think he'd put up with wearing a tablecloth?

[She just imagines a very grumpy looking cat wrapped up in one...]