[Tifa will vouch for Aerith until she's blue in the face, so at least their minds are already on the same wavelength.

She's feeling a little nostalgic, sitting in all these roses, and she recalls a time when they would bloom big and colourful in Nibelheim.]

Didn't see a lot of these flowers back home, you know. When I was growing up my mom would plant some—she was always good at it. We had a small planter right by our window. But in Midgar? It was hard to grow anything.