[In the process of weaving yet another crown of flowers, Aerith smiled when she heard the voice. Her head lifted and the smile widened and her head shook, sending her braid flowing from her shoulder to down the centre of her back.]

Not in a hundred million years would I ever get my fill. There's so much life here... And I'm enjoying myself.

[The smile had a knowing edge to it now.]

You avoided it, hm? Don't you like flowers, Sephiroth?