[Sephiroth could say the same. This place is the closest to "home" he's ever had the pleasure of experiencing. It's not only safe, for Shinra provided him safety amid its steel walls, but it is grounding. His existence does not feel like a job, like a mission to be fulfilled; it simply feels like he might be appreciated for living, not working.

He picks up the little jar of spices, turning it over in his hand, the coziness of the whole exchange imbuing itself even in Sephiroth's mind.]

No fun? [He does laugh at that. Adds a little bit of the spice to his meal.] If we label it "no fun", then we've truly failed in some aspect.

[Green eyes lift to meet her. That hint of eagerness is reflected back, subtly, in kind.]

So you want to take advantage of the time to ourselves. I suppose we should see... whether or not we can make it "fun" or otherwise.