[Well, she's neither attacked him nor run screaming into a crowd at the sight of him, which is progress, to say the least. That's good; maybe she remembers the peace offering he'd extended. The thought reminds him idly that he'd never actually heard Cloud's answer, before being whisked away here — but it's a mutually beneficial arrangement. They'd be fools to refuse, really.]

Most things at these types of events are. The fruit in particular.

[Not that he's learned that the hard way, through personal experience. Of course not.]

Though if you don't believe me, go ahead and try it for yourself.