Something about them. As he got up to fetch their drinks, Aerith pondered over what he could have meant. All worlds had something about them, didn't they? To assume all worlds were even remotely the same would have been... likely inaccurate. It was like assuming all people were the same. Just not possible.

When he returned and set her drink down, she nodded appreciatively, taking a moment to simply smell. Too hot to drink so far, after all.

"That's true," Aerith finally agreed. "If I had chosen to go to another place, I probably would have chosen something like this. Maybe a place with airships, though. I've always wanted to ride an airship." Because for all of the sheltered life she'd experienced in Midgar, her heart still remained one that sang for adventure. Even in Camelot, she didn't anticipate that to change.

But to be fair, here she was in a new world. That was a pretty grand adventure, wasn't it?