It's difficult for anyone to look rankled while eating a bag of sugar-dusted fried dough, but Aerith manages it splendidly, glowering by the vendor's stall she purchased them from, a parcel from the local herbalist tucked under the crook of her arm.

Bristling when he pipes up, she lifts her head, primly dusting the sugar off the tips of her fingers as she regards him cooly, looking very much the appraising princess.

"I'm going to eat kebobs."