"I know you said you don't do stuff like this, but," Aerith begins, circling past Krauser to the side of the table, turning the pot the bush is in around so she can look at it from all sides.

"This is really good!" And she knows he'd roll her eyes if she said so, but Aerith's aware the bush is a lot more content than it was, choking while trying to thrive around a dead tree.

"This one?" She points a finger at a small bit of branch on the other side of the bush that's sticking out at a strange angle before moving on to another. "Maybe this one too? Or, hm. You decide on that one."