"Heh, Sora? Now there's a name I know." Cid leaned forward and took up the cup from the table to inhale its aroma. Green was good. After taking a very small sip, no milk was even better. It would warm him up just as soon as it was cool enough to drink. He remained standing, one hand on his hip while the other held the cup by his chest.

"Good kid. A little airheaded sometimes," he joked, giving the cup a small wave so as not to spill. "Can't seem to stay out of trouble either. But a good kid." He dared another sip but the tea still hadn't cooled enough. "But if you know Sora, you can't be some... princess." What a strange thought, that Yuffie could be royalty. "Ya gotta be from Hollow Bastion, same as me. We met 'im in Traverse Town."