[ Claude had previously been busy laying on the charms with the owner of this fine establishment, one elbow leaning on the counter and the other gesticulating wildly as he makes his pitch (the flowers you grow could be dried and ground up for medicinal use! If you can provide me with wholesale deals, I can make sure that you'll have a steady monthly stream of revenue...) when he finds himself swiftly interrupted by a woman appearing to simply have... fallen from the sky. ]

Ah... huh.

[ The shopowner looks absolutely horrified and, in telling Claude that that's clearly one of his people, tells him to go deal with it. So deal with it he does, trotting over to where the woman has fallen among the flowers, her appearance nearly poetic if not for the fact that it interrupted his business and that Claude's pretty sure he's going to be the one paying for the crushed flowers.

From where Aerith is staring up at the ceiling, Claude's face quickly pops into view, dark hair swept back, his expression as confident as it ever was, as though this is a regular event. ]

Yoo-hoo, sleeping beauty! I'm afraid you're going to have to get up, or else our beautiful, gracious, generous host - [ there is the brief sound of the back of Claude's head being smacked by thrown piece of balled up tissue paper ] - will be taking you out of here by force. [ He offers her his hand. ] C'mon, up you get.