[He responds cryptically. As she thinks about it, his behaviour since the moment their paths crossed has been a bit strange. Not necessarily bad, just odd when it comes down to how she normally thinks of him. But he's humoured her thus far. Aerith sees no reason she shouldn't do the same for him.

He plays the navigator, but wherever his interests lie, they aren't in the hustle and bustle of people or the busy ambience that embraces them. So she follows him as he weaves them a path from the market.

As she follows after, she brightens up with a thought.]

I can grow you some flowers, too. Then you can have something at your place that reminds you of me. When these start growing, you'll have to come take a look at them and you can pick one. It'll be on the house.