[ Rude it may be, but she's peeking over Ori's shoulder, trying to see into the house and take stock of her mental state. Chaotic, she deduces, though perhaps that isn't her place to say. It's true they don't know one another at all, but it bothers Aerith little. A stranger is just a friend you haven't made yet, in many respects, and it's not like she hadn't shoved herself into Tifa's life in much the same way. Maybe some day she'll hear about it, but today, it's milk tea day.

Holding up the carrier, she invites herself in, and decides not to mention the state of the kitchen that she can see. ]

Just Aerith is okay. I had to bring something. My mom taught me not to go over without something. Ah, I can hear her now...

[ She definitely can't. ]

You drink tea?