Listening, Cloud tried very hard to keep his expression neutral, even if Isa was focusing on his hot dog and not looking at Cloud. But it wasn't easy to stifle the urge to stare and arch an eyebrow (as much as he could do it, that was).

"Lea's better at aiming?" Cloud asked, just to say something because otherwise he'd be left staring and silent and then Isa might wonder why and Cloud, even now unable to figure out what he'd say in such a hypothetical situation, seriously didn't want it to become real.

He'd stammer something and blush, probably. There was a reason he'd sent e-mails to Zack for certain things, after all.

"... it's kinda cute. I've seen worse here..." He shook his head, as talking about it made him think of Tifa and the large, ugly chocobo plush she'd won, once again glad it wasn't him who'd end up with it on his bed.