Though part of her wants to, she doesn't protest - whether or not it's due to the fact she caught that tiny smirk remains a mystery. If she caught him smiling even the slightest bit, she's certainly not calling attention to it and risking spoiling all this excellent progress she's made whittling away at him.

"Sure! I also sell what I garden," she moves past a bed of larkspur, plucking another weed out of the soil the flowers are growing in as she does, her head cocking in the direction of the wagon parked just outside of Tango's horse house.

"Visit with friends, go people-watching, stare at the ocean, but, most of the time I'm either selling flowers or growing them." Aerith shrugs sheepishly. So maybe most of what she does is garden, it's where she feels the most at home. "What about you, Mr. Jack?"