Catching the motion Aerith moves her hand away but stays close enough to watch attentively as he takes out the two she pointed at. His decision to remove one more surprises her, and though she brightens immediately, Aerith manages to stave off the urge to say something encouraging or approving.

Thankfully she doesn't have to when Lorcan appears with a second plate, this one laden with fruit pastries, it's all the approval anyone needs. Her retainer casts a passing, dubious glance at the tree before disappearing again as Aerith continues to dart around the table, looking it over.

"You're right, that third branch got in the way of the shape."