[ A number of complexities that emerged over a realization that sharing hallucinations is fully possible would be undone if it had just been smooching. Aerith angles her elbow then, with this thought in her mind, just to prod Claude in the side with a smile, the curl of her lips both challenging and teasing. ] Not that kind of moment, silly billy. You'd be the first to know if it did, anyway.

[ Much like how she insists on knowing what Claude is up to. Or who, rather. ] Well, anyway...

Cloud? He was dancing in our memory. And I was watching him. Shoe was on the other foot for a moment. And to be honest, I bet you'd be looking at him like that if you'd seen it yourself. Talk about busting a move.

[ So, no. She doesn't think her and Claude have the memory in common, but... ] So you now you can talk to him about it, too, now. Makes things a little easier, doesn't it?