Tifa whipped around with her usual, harmless smile in place, but her brown eyes were wide, dark brows raised in challenge. "I'm making homemade alcohol..." So he had better learn to behave if he wanted some.

She didn't find much on her end, a bag of dinner rolls that she could probably substitute for yeast.

Jeez this is going to taste awful.

"Wow, you work fast..." Taking off her sweatshirt and pulling down the gray smiley shirt underneath, Tifa tied a knot in the bottom of the sweatshirt and walked closer to Logan. "We don't need to take all of it this night. I don't want to be the only one empty handed if something comes after us." The beer took priority, and she set it down on the floor before going through all the ingredients. The apples were necessary so that would stay, oranges were going to make the alcohol too tart so she scrapped those, ketchup she put in her sweatshirt along with the apples. "If you can carry a can of juice and a bag of sugar, that'll be plenty." Plus, he could easily set them down if they found trouble. "I've got the beer..."

Tying the heavy sweatshirt to her waist with the sleeves, Tifa grabbed the rolls, beer, and kindly opened the door for them like a good girl.