[ While Mizuki listens, she eventually shuffles in and sits, making herself comfortable. Even the other locals around the table stop to listen to her and seem to appreciate Aerith's expertise. Time feels like it freezes in the room, and by the end, and odd sense of calm and understanding seem to reverberate throughout the room.

Hands start moving again. Plastic starts crinkling as bouquets are wrapped, and the eyes that were on Mizuki avert as everyone goes back to the tasks at hand. ]

Bougainvillea... huh. I'll remember that. [ Said in a tone that suggests he's never really heard of the flower. ] Too bad we didn't see any. Guess this town isn't big enough to have both of us.