[Aerith leans in nice and close to get a good look and after several moments of perusing the contents, she finds herself nodding slowly. In retrospect, the act of growing her flowers isn't so different. It simply looks different because everything she does is operated on muscle memory. It occurs to her that if she ever tries to teach someone to take over for her, she might not be able to do it without missing a step...]
This is really something else.
[She grins, evidently impressed by the amount of work that he's put into all of it.]
How long did it take you to put this together? Surely... not since we met.
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This is really something else.
[She grins, evidently impressed by the amount of work that he's put into all of it.]
How long did it take you to put this together? Surely... not since we met.