The fact that Cloud purposefully tucked the bag closer to his side didn't go unnoticed. His gesture had been a long-shot, but Sephiroth didn't want Cloud to be shouldering the burden. He only had a cracked rib or two, nothing serious, and yet his partner was acting as though he was in critical condition.

"You can have my portion if you're that concerned," Sephiroth softly said in reply to Cloud's complaints. Following after the blonde, he ignored the twinges of pain from his ribs as they made their way to the self-serve registers. Cloud wouldn't allow for his suggestion to eve happen, but maybe he might attempt to share a meal with Cloud instead.