Then I will wait for them to be in bloom to see them myself. Perhaps I could grow my own flowers here in the mean time... My wife would be upset if I did not grow any here. It... Seems to be the right agriculture, and the locals are quite, ah. Kind. So I am sure some of them will not mind if I use some of their soil and seeds.

[He does make note of what Aerith says, and he nods his head. The back of his hand brushing his hair as he stares over at the fields adjacent to them. But only for a moment, before he continues their adventure to the nearby village so that he can drop off the bag of flour from his shoulder with ease. His attention quickly turning back to Aerith now, quickly remembering the crate waiting for them.]

I do believe we have business with that crate. Are you ready?