Specify that your drive-through order is "to go".

Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat…with a serious face.

When someone says, "Have a nice day", tell them you have other plans.

Stare at people through the points of a fork and pretend they're in jail.

Write a short story using alphabet soup.

Genesis was fuming. He knew Reno had the hots for Clarice, especially since he watched the security camera video from the smoking room in the 60th floor. Ever since then, he kept monitoring his secretary when she took her customary 4 o'clock cigarette break. Dammit, he, Angeal and Sephiroth were all hoping that she would form a couple with Tseng, Gaia knew that man needed to get laid, and if she ended up with Reno, they'd never hear the end of it.

BUT! He had a plan. After filling his comrades in on it, he strolled out of his office with his partners in crime.

"Good evening, Clarice." He said, in his most casual and innocent voice.

"What are you up to?" she deadpanned.

"We wanted to order some takeout, we're going to need to spend the night." He ignored his surprise.

"Why are you spending the night in the office?" she eyed them suspiciously.

"Paperwork…" They said in unison.

"What kind of paperwork?"

"Wutai agreements…"

"Uh-huh…" she studied them. "Due when?"

"Tomorrow morning…"

The answers were too synchronized and were given upon no hesitation. She sighed and decided to play dumb. Sephiroth saw her type 'gonna b l8, have 2 stay at work' in her phone and look through her contacts for 'Koibito', which he recognized as the wutaian word for 'lover'.

"What do you want to eat?" she fished around in her drawer and laid out several take-out menus on her desk. While the generals rummaged around the menus, Reno came in with a folder.

"Yo, Clairy." He waved. Genesis sent him a dirty look. He frowned in confusion at Clarice, who shrugged. "Tseng wants you to order something for him, he's spending the night." He handed the folder to Sephiroth. "Something about Wutai agreements…"

"I see…" Clarice crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Sephiroth contained his smirk as he read the note inside the folder, saying Tseng was aware of their plan, and that they would be up shortly. Wait. They?

They had agreed on ordering wutaian food, to 'get in the mood' as Genesis put it.

"Hello?" Sephiroth said into the speaker. "Yes, I would like to order five number threes, two number eights, four number elevens and six large combos number seven." He listened. "Yes, 'to go'. Please write that down: 'to go'" he ignored Clarice's weirded out look. "…Yes…Yes…Oh, and a diet water, please, I have to watch my figure." He put the receiver on his shoulder and looked at Genesis. "What do you guys want to eat?" He ignored the thump Clarice made when she hit the floor.

Tseng had come up a few minutes before the food arrived, and was quietly chatting with Sephiroth in the corner. Genesis smirked. His plan was going perfectly, he even adapted to the unforeseen redheaded Turk. Sephiroth had positioned himself so that Reno was out of Clarice's sight and Tseng was facing her.

Soon, the phone rang, and Clarice gave permission to the delivery boy to come up.

"Here you are, miss." The boy handed her the mountain of food, which she set on her table. "That would be 854,26 Gil." He said as she came back to the door. Sephiroth stepped forward and paid the boy. "Have a nice evening!"

"I have other plans." Clarice shut the door on his face.

Sephiroth, Genesis, Angeal and Tseng all took their respective plates and locked themselves in Genesis' office.

"Damn, that wasn't supposed to go like that!" Genesis fumed as he shoveled lemon chicken in his mouth. He wasn't happy to know that Clarice had sent such a message, and when Sephiroth translated the nickname, his chicken almost met the floor.

"May I ask…" Tseng civilly swallowed before talking. "What is going on? I am not aware of any disagreements we had with Wutai."

Genesis looked at his companions for support. Companions my ass, he thought as he glared at their heads, bent over their plates.

Clarice poked at her rice. Reno was sitting on the other side of her desk, shoving his food down like no tomorrow. He looked up at the lack of comment to his manners, and saw Clarice holding her fork in front of her right eye and squinting her left one closed.

"What are you doing?" Reno asked.

"I'm imagining you in jail…" she muttered.

"Don't you use your imagination for anything else related to me?" Reno swiveled his chair around her desk to sit next to her.

"Of course I do." She lowered her fork and stabbed a piece of meat. She held it up for him to see. "Like this, for example." She grinned at his expression as she chewed the piece of meat. "I'm just kidding, Reno." She said after she swallowed.

They continued talking, Reno dropping hints like he dropped bombs on targets. Genesis scowled at the monitor in his office.

"I still don't quite understand." Tseng wiped his mouth with a napkin. "Why did you want her to talk to me? We talk all the time."

"You do?" Angeal looked back at Tseng.

"Of course we do." Tseng said, as if it were the most obvious thing on the planet. The three generals looked at each other in amusement.

Reno was sulking back on his seat at the other side of Clarice's desk. Tseng looked over his shoulder at what he was doing and saw the words 'MUST NOT LET CLAIRY NEAR FORKS' spelled with alphabet soup. He sighed and made a mental note to himself to check on that later. He sighed and stretched his hand out to Clarice, who took it and stood up, smiling at him. He lowered his head and pecked her on the mouth.

"Whu—" he looked back to see all four look at them with wide eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"You…you just kissed her." Reno pointed his spork at them.

"Yes, and?" Tseng helped an amused Clarice into her coat. They kept gaping. "You didn't tell them?" he asked Clarice with a smirk. She shook her head.

"I thought it would be more amusing like this." She smirked.

"You're together?" Reno looked like he had swallowed a spider. "For how long!"

"It's been…what? Two months?" Clarice looked at Tseng.

"Roughly." He nodded and hugged her waist.

"Speaking of roughly…" Clarice put her hands on Tseng's chest and looked up at him.

"LALALALALA, I'M NOT LISTENING TO THIS!" Reno stormed out of the office.