"I see. So that's why you wanted to work on Talaria together," Mercury guesses. It had been a long time ago, for her as she is now; centuries. The motorcycle had been sound, but there's always more to do in those cases.

Cloud fixes more than he knows, by being there and by things like that, wanting to do things together and spend time together. The corners of her mouth lift in that still-mischievous smile. "So do you want to try your hand at fixing the things here?"

It's a bit of a joke and a bit of a trap; most of it wouldn't be familiar to him.