"Why?" Tifa asked, setting down the tray of drink on the inn counter. Zack tried a pout, but the teenage girl didn't even twitch, eyebrow going up. (City boy, she scoffed mentally. He'd have to do better than that.) "I don't get anything out of trying to explain it to him, and Cloud likes me. I'd rather not annoy him."
"But he can't just go around changing people's names!" Zack protested, crossing his arms. He felt bare without the Buster Sword on his back, but Cloud had made a point of never letting him head into town with it, to ensure he came back. Zack wasn't willing to leave his last memento of Angeal behind, and the dragon knew it.
"I'm not going to tell him that," Tifa repeated, lifting the tray again and turning away. She paused at the door to the inn kitchen, looking over her shoulder, eyes dancing with laughter as she gave him a jaunty little wave.
"See you tomorrow, Tifa," she called, just before the kitchen door swung shut behind her; Zack threw his hands up in frustration as her laughter drifted in his direction.
Maybe Missus Strife could talk some sense into the dragon?