Before Christmas (or whatever winter solstice celebration they have on Gaia), ShinRa employees are making soup and visiting the less fortunate people (see, ShinRa cares).
Kunsel: Ok, this next block of apartments is all for extremely low income folks, most of whom are employed and may reject perceived charity. Please be mindful and frame this as a Shinra holiday cheer thing. Everyone got your soup? Alright, let's split up.
Zack: ok! *Knocks on the first door*
Zack: OH! Hi buddy! I forgot you lived here!
Cloud: Zack, the fuck're you doing here? It's my day off and I'm trying to sleep. Is...wait, is that the stupid Shinra charity soup?
Cloud: ...fuck it, they owe me this much. Thanks. *Takes soup and shuts door*
Kunsel: Don't be sad Zack, you just escaped with your life because you're the only person Strife likes enough not to kill if you wake him too early.
They also do a soup line under the bridge.
Zack: Hi! Welcome! Pumpkin or minestrone?
Person: Pum- *senses an ominous presence* minestrone, please.
Zack: you betcha *dumps a ladle of each into their bowl* NEXT!
Sephiroth: *holds out a bowl*
Zack: Bud, this isn't for you.
Sephiroth: *still holding bowl*
Zack: You're holding up the line and Geal is gonna glare at me!
Sephiroth: *still holding bowl*
Zack: And tell me about dreams and honorrrrr!
Sephiroth, who has not blinked once: *still holding bowl*
A voice deeper than any Zack's heard before, with the hint of an eldritch god's power on its edges: P U M P K I N
Sephiroth's mouth hadn't moved. Zack, wide-eyed, ignores that fact and hastily serves him soup.
Sephiroth: Thank you, Zack Fair. *Disappears*
Lazard shows up at the end of the day to Sephiroth's apartment with a leftover giant tub of soup on a rolling cart.
Sephiroth: *opens the door as if he smelled the soup and has been waiting for the knock* 😍 Hello, Director Soupzard. How may I pumpkin you?
Lazard: We had leftovers, and I was wondering if you would be so kind as to take this tub?
Sephiroth: For a friend? I certainly will. Please, come in. *Hoists the soup with one arm, holds the door for Lazard with the other*