First, I'm glad that you're feeling better! Second, *ROTFL* It burst from his britches! XD Oh, poor Cloud, Tifa knows how to get you. I can just see the next day:

Tifa: *Answers the ringing telephone* Hello?

Person: &!*#%

Tifa: Hey, Cid.

Cid: Teef! You guys busy today? I needa come over and talk to Spike!

Tifa: I just have to resew a button onto one of his pants, but that's about it.

Cid: Resew a button on his pants?

Tifa: ... Uh. Yeah.

Cid: Why?

Tifa: It... ah, popped off.

Cid: Yeah, no @&^!%! How?

Tifa: Uh... they shrunk in the wash?

Cid: Uh, huh... or did they just get filled out a little too much?

Tifa: Cid!

Cid: ... Thought so.