Yuffie shook her head while keeping her eyes on the fireworks. "No." The word was softly spoken, with a bit of awe seeping into her tone. "Wutai has a lot of fireworks, or they did. I've heard stories." The war meant a lot less fireworks. The sounds of explosions brought fear instead of excitement to the citizens of Wutai. Yuffie had grown up during the end of the war. Her father hadn't been the best at explaining what happened. Wutai had lost and their once proud country was reduced to something like pets. Thinking about it pissed her off.

She exhaled, forcing herself to relax and turned to Ed with a loose smile. "They mean more if they're special and not all the time." She explained while giving absolutely no specific examples.

Yuffie was having a hard time when it came to keeping her thoughts straight. Her mind was wandering down paths that she had no interest in going down. "What do fireworks make you think of?" At least then she can focus on him and not herself.