The girl shook her head, briefly looking over to the ballroom's windows. If one were to look out of them, there would be a flower girl standing in the street below, seemingly preoccupied hawking her blooms.

"A lady gave them to me," she answered. "She said they were a special order to celebrate." There was a brief pause as she considered before continuing; her expression growing a bit shy at saying this to a previously-unknown relative, but also amused at the memory of hearing it and how it had been said. "She also said...it's the only time you'll get them for free, and that you should make your own garden."

Aerith had never been completely comfortable with having Turks around, and even when there had been some trust established--enough for her to pass letters for a special someone on to Tseng--any interest shown for the flowers had gotten the most ridiculous, exorbitant prices quoted. While it's still a bit of a tease at Tseng, she also feels that taking care of a garden could be good for Tseng. Message delivered, the girl smiles shyly at Tseng and edges toward a teenager, likely a big sister.