How fucking cute is that?? Sephiroth batting his hand away like they don't smooch on the regs. He's so adorable when he's grumpy. But that's fine! Zack has the fucking panacea for his woes right here. He starts delivering plates to laps the second his grumbling buds are conscious enough not to spill.

"What?" he scoffs. "You kiddin' me? Of course I can cook. Country boy, remember?" That, and momma would kick his ass up and down Loveless Ave if she knew he was living off of fried food and cheap noodles. No way. He spent his whole childhood lugging around pith trees and fighting with the other kids for dibs on stirring those big steel cauldrons. A measly little cityfolk breakfast is small beans in comparison.

Anyway, Cloud should know. He's sure they had... food, in Nibelheim. His recollection of the town is mostly trying to get laid and fire, and one of those things he really doesn't want to think about, so he'll leave it there. Besides, Sephiroth obviously needs some help.

"Make sure you mush it all around in the bread," Zack says, demonstrating helpfully. "It's fresh, the good stuff. Better if you soak it in hot sauce— Cloud, here." He's gotta angle his body up a bit, lean into Sephiroth to tug the bottle free, but voila! Freak that shit, amigo.