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[bsora]

[video]

[ For the moment, she doesn't have much of an idea of what to grow other than flowers, maybe a few crops here and there, but that on its own is still too vague. If she asks everyone else, maybe that'll give her an idea! ]

Bit of a weird question I guess, but what would you say is your favorite flower? It doesn't have to be a flower either. Any plant will do. [ She pauses, suddenly considering something. ] As long as it isn't poisonous, I guess.

[ Last thing she needs is to grow poison ivy or something. She can already spot some of that on a tree not far away. ]


[action]

[ Like many new farmers, Aerith's first task is to take to her field and clean it up. It's not something she'd complain about aloud, but the chore is still, well, just that. A chore. She'd rather not do it at all, especially with all the rocks littering the way. It seems like every time she turns around, there's another rock! Or a twig.

Or, in the case of her newest find, an entire downed log. Good lord, how long has that been there?

Yeah, she'll definitely have to get some help from one of her neighbors. But that's not so much of a problem! If anything, she welcomes the temporary reprieve and takes to the road back to town to see if she can catch the attention of a passerby. ]

Hey there, would you mind helping me out a bit at my lot? I don't have much to pay you with for the moment, but I can make you tea or something like that.

Comments

[whisted]

[That needs another soft hum before he can ask:] Why-- are you asking people?

[bsora]

There are a lot more flowers here than back home, so I wanted to get a couple ideas before I go buying seeds. Lots of people have lots of opinions about lots of different flowers, I suppose was the idea.

[whisted]

Why not plant-- your own? Favorites, I mean?

[bsora]

I plan to! But a garden of just my favorites would be boring, I think. It'd be nice to have a variety of flowers.

[whisted]

[Is a soft humming noise enough of a response? Maybe. Maybe not.]

That's... very sweet.

[bsora]

You think so? [ She beams. ] I can't take the credit for the whole idea though. Someone very dear to me once said it'd be nice to have a city full of flowers. They put smiles on people's faces.

[whisted]

They do. [Particularly when there was actually time to enjoy them.

Which there is in a place like this.

Which means probably another question isn't entirely out of the question.] What's yours?

[bsora]

[ Admittedly, it takes her a second to piece together what he means. Only a second or two, though. ]

Aerith. What's your name?

[whisted]

[The problem with his newfound ability to 'chat politely,' of course, is that Horatio had yet to find anything like a good conversational rhythm.]

Horatio. [There's a briefly pensive wrinkle to his brow.] Will you have aetiths as well, then?

[Whether anyone could tell that he'd been asking about her favourite flowers without reading his mind, of course, is subject to speculation.]

[bsora]

[ Puzzled as she is, she decides to roll with it. ]

If I find any! Haven't come across much aetiths, personally.

[whisted]

Good luck, then.