It had been a jump of subject but she had thought of them both at the same time and there was no reason she couldn't talk about the first as they headed for the second.

"Fenrir," she said, as she hooked her arm through his and headed off in the direction of her bar's booth, "is our older Cloud's true love. And his baby. And probably one of his stronger obsessions." Her eyes were still smiling fondly though as she glanced over to make sure she'd impressed him enough. "Fenrir - is Cloud's motorcycle. It's this huge sleek black beast wrapped around an engine and it sounds like something between thunder and a really big cat purring. It can outrun almost anything. It's how Cloud gets so many deliveries done. It's even got compartments for his swords. He traded a lifetime's worth of food and drink at Seventh Heaven for it." Tifa had been surprised by the request at the time but - she had no regrets at all about it. Not only did Fenrir make Cloud happy and give him his freedom but she was very fond of ridding backseat on the bike herself. That wasn't the reason she'd brought it up though. The reason she'd brought it up was the casual way she added:

"It turns out his motion-sickness doesn't bother him if he's the one driving."