[ Zack interjects along the way. A lot of "but—" and "wait—" and then, finally, "Sephiwhat?" Eventually, Tifa grabs his arm and Zack decides you know what, this is too confusing.

To deal with on an empty stomach, that is. ]

I'm thiiiinking maybe... somethin' kinda funky is going on here. Okay. Here's the plan. Let's regroup... over there.

[ His un-grabbed hand points to Kalm. ]

Nothin' some waffles and coffee can't sort out, I'm sure.