Aerith laughs at the accusation, fanning a hand at him as she squints her eyes into incredulous slits. "Don't be silly, you would break those little chairs."

Taking a seat beside him she stretches her legs out and pours herself a glass of water from the carafe he's not drinking from. "Besides, Pheme messes with us all the time. It's fun to find ways to push back - and those bushes hate the shape they're in."