Quickly removing his plate when the idea was deemed viable, Cloud brushed away the powdered sugar as well. It wasn't perfect, but at least the jacket would only get a minimal dusting of white, if anything.

"Glad that worked," Cloud said with a small smile, "I'm Cloud. That thing is huge." He eyed the huge plush on the table between them in amusement, feeling, for a moment, the urge to get something big as well. As long as it wasn't a chocobo...

Which just made him remember the one Tifa was going to give to his older self, and his own encouragement of that act.