[the angel doesn't move, tolerating the hug. She's actually a little bewildered by it, but it's difficult to tell, because she always looks a little bewildered.]

[she has to concede that it's true--her brush with Famine had taught her a lot about food. And maybe she is a little...curious. Chocolates aren't burgers.]

[no, wait. Isn't Aerith acting a bit strange? Then again, she was friendly from the beginning. But she hadn't initiated physical contact before. Is it because it's their second meeting? Her own human...friends...yes, they were friends--had only touched her on the shoulder, or supported her when she was weak. She's not sure what to make of this.]

[humans are confusing.]

You're in high spirits. [she finally voices an observation.] Aren't these offerings too small to satisfy anyone? I'm not entirely certain these automatons understand how to provide for living creatures.