I don't know about thaaaaat. Making the mess is kind of fun. As long... [With a distinct fondness that easily takes her features, Aerith very gently presses the pad of her forefinger along a flower's petals beneath her hand.] As long as we remember that they have as much life in them as we have in us. They have thoughts and feelings.

[Which might sound a little silly, but when Aerith looks the way she does about plants, she might as well be wearing her heart on her sleeve. Why shouldn't she show that she loves life in general? That it all ought to be respected and well cared for? Loosing a sigh that seems incredibly happy, she takes a moment to look over the field.

It'll be a bit yet, but she can imagine what it'll look like filled with flowers.]

You're going to plant some of your own? Do you know what kind of flowers you want to fill yours with?

[She really wants to ask if she can help, but Aerith figures she can hold off on that for now.]