[Aerith laughs, his response completely expected, really. It's a wonder that Tifa hasn't been transparently bothered by it, considering it's Tifa's home as much as it is Aerith's.]
A witch?
[That's a thought, isn't it. Certainly not the first time Aerith has been called one. She finds herself leaning on the counter as she eyes him thoughtfully. Are Cetra witches...? She wouldn't really call herself that. She's just... herself. How else is she supposed to say it?]
No. I'm just a girl who likes plants and flowers. I like what they symbolise. I like that they smell nice. I like that they're pretty. I like that we can use them to say things we might not be able to say with words. They make me happy.
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A witch?
[That's a thought, isn't it. Certainly not the first time Aerith has been called one. She finds herself leaning on the counter as she eyes him thoughtfully. Are Cetra witches...? She wouldn't really call herself that. She's just... herself. How else is she supposed to say it?]
No. I'm just a girl who likes plants and flowers. I like what they symbolise. I like that they smell nice. I like that they're pretty. I like that we can use them to say things we might not be able to say with words. They make me happy.