Yuffie was surprisingly comfortable with life long goals. She had one called The Happy Vincent Project and one called Chase away a Cloud-y Day, though she'd begun to think that Cloud should be left to Tifa who was far more skilled at getting him to stay in contact with the group.

She didn't think touching was a problem and if she knew that he had a mechanical arm she'd think it was the coolest thing ever. Then again, Yuffie's standards for what was normal and what wasn't didn't make sense.

"Good. Let's go... that way!" She pointed and then pulled him in the direction of the nearest line of food trucks. "Hot dogs, corn dogs, chili dogs... so many dogs." She commented as they passed a hot dog truck. "Do you think it's made out of dog?"