Equally satisfied with his handiwork, Aerith meanders from the table back towards the garden, heading back towards the hole he's made, chatting all the while.

"I guess I should find another tree to put in here. A willow would be nice, they grow down rather than out, so they won't block the sun from the flowers, but," she cocks her head, hands resting on her hips as she peers into the hole. "You're right, they like water, a willow tree wouldn't be happy here."

Of course she knows he didn't say anything, but who's to say she's not talking to a nearby peony or something? "I wish it was warm enough for a lemon tree, or a persimmon tree even. They smell wonderful, and they taste like candy."