He's acutely aware of Aerith watching him. Or at least it feels like she is. It's not quite stage fright or anything so childish, but he does tighten his jaw and stare harder at the little branches along the bottom of the curved trunk.

He slows down moving higher up the trunk, when it's less obvious which branches need to go. When she points out the two differing visions, he pauses entirely. It still looks like a tiny, scraggly bush to him. Though... Can kind of see what she means with either option. But this is that intuition thing at work. How's he supposed to know which would look better?

Krauser hasn't made any further progress when she returns. He's not quite glaring, but looking very sternly at her. The pie actually gives him an excuse not to commit to anything yet. That, and he's fuckin' starving. He keeps a hand wrapped tight around the knife while he eats with the other one. Slowly, he does end up glaring at the bush.

"Which one do you want?"