[Hearing the commotion, he turns to watch them, a faint, amused smile on his lips as he waits. And when she gets closer, he slides over a bit to give her space.]

Here. ...I'd say I've kept it warm for you, but I suppose it's not needed.

[With the strange warm temperatures and all. He'll also gesture to a basket that's next to him. Even with it closed, the soft, sweet smell of cookies wafts through.]

These are also from Tifa. She expresses her own concerns for you.