[Tifa is about to protest, to say something about this totally being a gift too, not a trade, until Angel gets to the tracheotomy part, and her eyebrows go up.]

Uh... I don't know how to do that, anyway.

[SERIOUSLY THOUGH WHAT...

Anyway...]

We might not see each other again for a while, right? It can be... Something to remember us by.

[Wow, super cheesy. It's just a pen, Tifa.]