[Considering who she lived with, Tifa figured she was probably the last person that should comment on someone's hair but - that was some truly amazing colored hair. She felt a little bolt of envy, even if she knew she'd never be able to pull off hair that color. It didn't stop her from smiling in commiseration though. Summer's in Edge could be brutal, especially if you weren't used to the desert air or the close buildings.]

Both sound good! [She took the gil and laid the change on the counter.] I've got several types of juice and a few flavors for the ice. What are you in the mood for? Something sweet or something tart or both?