The word--like so many others Tomoe had spoken, actually--was not in sounds that Aerith understood, yet somehow she got the meaning anyway. Like bouquets, yet ... different, somehow. Different just like the house Tomoe lived in was much different from hers in Midgar.

"I'd love to see that," Aerith said, momentarily distracted from the tea and the fact that Tomoe didn't know they were dreaming. "In fact, how about you show me something you've done, and I'll show you some of my flowers?"

In real life, the distances were insurmountable. But in a dream, the possibilities were only limited by imagination.