[ Pleasantries are truly the norm within Aldrip, heaven-sent as it seems. Quaint, small, agreeable as a town can get— everything is perfect. Hiccups may visit them from time to time, little moments of dark clouds peppering their sunny skies, but you would never be able to tell. Not when Aerith wanders into the shop, beaming, ribbon in her hair bouncing as she nearly skips in through the doors, bell going off to announce her arrival.

Hm.

The vase grabs her attention immediately, the smile slipping away to be replaced fluidly with a clear sense of confusion. Approaching it, she puts her hands on either side of it, very seriously asking: ]

Astralin...? Is someone late for picking up an order? [ A beat, as she admires it, then: ] It's so beautiful. I hope they'll come by soon. Or, should I go look for them?