[ It's a question that seems deeply unreasonable to her until she remembers a key detail in their odd little friendship: She didn't actually watch Minato grow up. Aerith cants her head, smiling in remembrance. Shaking off the other woman's ghost, she can only laugh very lightly, solemnly. Wistfully. ]

That's right. You and I met when things were twisted together. Well, truth is, singing's not my thing. Now, gardening on the other hand? I love it. I used to sell flowers, back home.

[ Dirty fingers raise, palms curling. The mess they sit in feels good, feels right. This is where she's supposed to be. ] My mom's house was huge. I felt like a princess in it when I first got there. She had a garden wrapped all the way around it, and this beautiful waterfall. There was a hole in the plate where sunshine would come through. And then there was the church, of course. I found it after it was abandoned, and raised a bed of flowers there. I hope they're doing alright. They were very sweet children.

[ And great for breaking falls. She doesn't mention that two men fell through the roof of the church, right onto those flowers. Aerith just smiles down at the seeds she uncovers, holding them spaced out in the palms of her hands. Then, she buries them by Minato's side. ]

These seem like they'll be just as sweet. What kind of seeds are we planting?