"Certainly do," with how Tifa smiles, she's treating this as a refreshing challenge. A chance to break into the rarely used menu. She quickly turns on her heel, grabbing a handful of oddly labeled bottles; odd, in that their names keep flickering and blurring, like the text can't seem to settle on what it should say.

But at least the contents of the bottle stay consistent. Grenadine, citrus soda, a handful of orange slices, and a surprising twist of rock salt, all quickly blended and shaken together, before getting carefully poured into a vivid red and orange concoction.

"Cosmo Canyon, mocktail style." No hesitation in sliding that across the bar, to the waiting customer.