You have? [ That clearly surprises - and delights - Aerith, who brightens immediately. ] Well, that settles it, then! Today, you're officially a florist again.

[ Whether he likes it or not, apparently! This is how Aerith is, alas. ]

I wonder if we could find some nice paper to wrap the bouquets in. And ribbon, or string, at least. Vases would be a nice touch, but that seems less likely... [ In the midst of her spoken train of thought, she spins to face him again, fingers laced out in front of her. ] So? What do you think?