[Peering sidelong to Rinoa, Aerith pauses for just a moment, hands in the soil, as if she's simply feeling. She can't imagine doing this in Midgar anywhere outside of her house. What a thing it would be to fill all of the slums with flowers. Except she wonders if the artificial light would even give them the attention they deserve.]

That's true, though I think they'll be pretty understanding. We don't have to help, after all. They're probably just happy that we're taking part. Happy that interests align.

[Since they certainly don't align on everything.]

If we didn't know anything about plants, we could ask and I bet they'd help. But I'm pretty sure between the two of us we've got it figured out.