She tilts her head to the side coyly at the question, doing what she can to keep the smile on her face from evolving into a full-fledged grin. "Well, you're my tallest, handsomest friend. That counts right?"

Even though Aerith is no expert on these things, she can tell that the situation between them has changed, the word friend feeling like a more awkward fit than it did this time yesterday. It's something she wants to be careful with, as unsure of what to make of it as she is, so she stops herself before she says anything more damning, like telling him he's her favorite friend.

"You're going to cook for me too?" Her eyes widen, and she takes a step towards the door, the hand on his back leading him along. "I guess there's no way around inviting you to stay for dinner then, huh?" As though she would even consider doing otherwise.