[Tifa leans over the counter to get a closer look, her fingers reaching out for the little bottle but she never quite touches it. The low, dim lights of the bar catch the pale pink tint of it, and cast a warm glow over the little paper cranes inside, and after a moment of examining it with a soft look in her eyes, she glances up at Susato with a gentle shake of her head.]
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No, I haven't. Are they good luck?