A/N: The last chapter was really short, so I'll try to make up for it with this one…

Oh, and for any of you who are on Typo Patrol, knock yourselves right on out. Spell Check might be one of the greatest inventions of all time, but it isn't fool proof, and neither am I.

Chapter Two: WARNING: Contents may contain fluff.
The two occupants of the Seventh Heaven bar were seated at a table in the back, huddled over a rumpled sheet of paper and whispering together like kids at a sleepover.

"I don't think we should do these in order." Tifa was saying. "We should eliminate the easier ones first, and then move on to the others." The list they'd been scrutinizing for the last hour was on the table between them, with the objectives they planned to tackle first underlined with a pencil.

Yuffie rotated the paper so that she wouldn't have to read upside down, and took a drink from her glass. It was non-alcoholic, obviously, since Tifa knew that her partner in crime was underage. Besides, the only thing worse than a hyper Yuffie would be a drunk hyper Yuffie, and that was something that Tifa hoped she'd never have to see. And she was determined not to be the cause of it either.

"Right." Yuffie nodded decisively. "We should start with 'Get Cloud to answer his phone.' Or maybe we could try it with Vincent." She tapped her feet rapidly on the floor, causing Tifa to take a deep breath and remind herself to stay calm. "These are all going to be pretty tough, you know. 'Cause Vincent isn't going to answer his phone if he thinks I'm calling. I wonder why? It's not like I call him a lot, or anything… well, I sort of do. Hey, Tifa, is calling someone five times a week considered a lot?"

Tifa, who had given up trying to follow the rapid chatter after the first few sentences, came up with "Maybe", a suitably ambiguous answer, and continued to let the words wash over her.

"He also says that I talk too much. Do I talk too much?" Yuffie seemed shocked that anyone would think something like that. "Actually, Cid said the same thing. He also said that I gave him a headache, which is really strange, since being on his ship gives me a headache. I wonder if he's getting airsick?"

And two hours ago, I was complaining about how it was too quiet in here. Tifa thought as Yuffie prattled on about absolutely nothing.

Although she wasn't technically bored anymore, Tifa was beginning to have some doubts about the logic behind this. Her friends and colleagues were very set in their ways, and the efforts of a barkeep and a ninja weren't going to make that much of an impression on any of the people on the list. But it was a way to pass the time, and that was all that mattered at this point. To Tifa, anything was preferable to dying of boredom, at least until she found something worthwhile to do.

Focusing herself back on the task at hand, Tifa began to go through their options. "Well, I know Cloud's number…" Tifa trailed off, trying to remember the last time she'd called him. He never picked up, so she'd given up. "But I think Vincent had his changed before he disappeared off into… wherever it is he goes." She continued with a small smile.

After the disastrous New Year's Eve party the bar had hosted the year before, Tifa really couldn't blame the ex-turk for going into hiding for a while. Who would have thought that he had such a low tolerance for alcohol?

Yuffie dismissed this with a wave of her hand. "Oh, I know what it is, don't worry." Despite this statement, Tifa did worry. "I think we should call Cloud first, since he's probably almost done with work by now."

With a feeling of surprise, Tifa glanced at the clock that hung on the wall, realizing that unless he was running late, Cloud would be home in a couple of hours. That didn't leave them much time to put their plan in motion.

The two of them headed up the stairs into the makeshift 'office' and headquarters for Strife Delivery Service. The desk was cluttered as usual, with forms, bills, and miscellaneous papers in random heaps and stacks. Amid all of this chaos, the phone sat half-buried under a three-month-old fragment of newspaper.

Heaving a sigh, Tifa pushed some papers to the side, and lifted the phone to a precarious position on top of the clutter. It was in danger of falling to the floor, but at least it was in easy reach now. She picked up the receiver, and began to dial the number. "Wait a minute." She stopped, hand poised over the buttons. "What are we going to say if he picks up?"

Yuffie shrugged, something she did quite often. "I dunno. Maybe you could ask him out." She grinned at the shocked look on Tifa's face, which was accompanied by a rapidly spreading blush. "You know you want to! Besides, he'd probably fall right off that bike of his in surprise."

Feeling the blood rushing to her face, Tifa began to stammer "I…I don't think that would work." She said lamely. "The guy is supposed to ask the girl out, not the other way around."

A look of sudden understanding dawned on Yuffie's face. "Ohhh…" she nodded sagely. "Maybe that's why Vincent always hangs up on me when I ask him." She said this as though it was completely natural, like commenting on how blue the sky was that day, or remarking on the fact that Tifa's eyes had just gone wide with shock.

Tifa managed to turn her exclamation of surprise into a coughing fit, and Yuffie patted her on the back, totally oblivious. "You ok?" She asked anxiously. "Want some water?"

"No…" Tifa gasped. "I'm fine. Let's get this going." She finished dialing the number, and put the call on speakerphone so Yuffie could hear too. It rang once, twice, three times…paused, and then started ringing again. Tifa lost count of the rings and the minutes, tapping her fingers on the table impatiently. What is the point of having a phone, she thought, if you can't even bother to answer it? She was about to hang up, when there was a click from the other end. And instead of going to voicemail, she heard a voice.

"Hello?" From the other end came the sound of wind rushing past the receiver, causing a rush of static that partially distorted the words. "Tifa?"

Cloud sounded slightly surprised, but nowhere near as surprised as Tifa and Yuffie were.

"Ask him!" Yuffie whispered eagerly, her hands clasped together. She was all but jumping up and down in anticipation. "Ask him!" Tifa waved for her to be quiet. Then, taking a deep breath and wondering for the second time that day whether she would come to regret the action she was about to take, she asked her question before she could change her mind.

"Cloud… I know that this is kind of short notice, but… would you like to go somewhere for supper tonight?" Tifa could barely believe that she had actually said that. What was she thinking? Had she even been thinking at all? Next to her, Yuffie had progressed to jumping up and down with silent glee.

There was a moment of silence from the other end, and Tifa was afraid that Cloud had hung up. But finally, he said, "Sure. Where were you thinking?"

With relief rushing through her, Tifa named a restaurant a few blocks away, and Cloud agreed to meet her there for supper, saying he might be a little late due to all of the extra deliveries he still had to make, and asked her not to wait around for him. With a feeling of surrealism, Tifa said goodbye and hung up the phone, nearly missing the cradle by several inches.

"IT WORKED!" Yuffie squealed the instant the receiver was out of Tifa's hands. "I told you so! Well, that's objective number five completed!" Laying the list out on a somewhat level stack of papers, Yuffie scratched a line through the words '5. Get Cloud to answer his phone.' "Now what? Should we move on to Vincent?" She stuffed the list back into her pocket, and waited for Tifa's reply.

Only half-hearing the words, Tifa nodded. "Sure… go ahead." But she caught Yuffie's hand as the ninja was reaching for the receiver, and picked up the phone herself. "But first, I need to make some reservations."

Ok, so that wasn't so bad, was it? And it was longer too, right? Well, depending on who you are, that might not be such a good thing.

Just kidding.

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