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[clumsyangel]

[There is a silver-haired girl kneeling in the gardens, wearing a sunhat, and gently patting down the soil. It's impossible to hear her from afar, but the movements of her lips suggest she's speaking... to the plants and earth, it seems, as there's really no one else there for her to be speaking to.

Care to give her company?]

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[whysocirrus]

[ Girls talking to flowers, people talking to themselves - yeah, there's nothing there that really trips any of his This is Weird alarms.

Instead, this potentially unwelcome, heavy-booted, and not exactly graceful-stepping garden intruder has chosen to focus on the things actually growing along those neatly cultivated rows. Some still only have flowers blooming on them, and a few of the common, wilder plants he recognizes (some berries, some herbs - though he couldn't name the latter individually on pain of death no matter how many times Tifa has tried to explain them to him beyond "edible" and "not"). But the ones already heavy with their fairly respectable crop of (fruit? vegetables?) ... stuff are giving him trouble.

He thinks he once or twice saw his mother cutting up some of these when he was a kid, and he might've once mistaken those for Razor Weeds at a market, but most of it's just a foggy impression of recognition, if anything, that floats to the surface of his (very, deeply serious) thoughts as he picks his way semi-carefully up through the patch.

Skirting away from the diligent gardener in the middle, naturally (though not so far that his shadow doesn't cross her line of sight). She seems busy.

Or maybe he's just waiting for her conversation to come to a natural close. ]