Well... [ Her voice trails off, the thought taking over as she ruminates. What does she want to do? She thinks she knows, but sometimes, the seer wealth of opportunity at her feet is too overwhelming. She's been a bird a cage for a long, long time. The door may have been open, but there was no reason to leave.

Eventually, she speaks. They pass by a vintage looking bakery, and laughter echoes against the buildings. ]

Back home, I grew and sold flowers. So maybe that! I used to deliver them to people who made orders, haha. [ A nostalgic sense washes over her tone; those days are long gone, now. ] Guess I took the simplicity of it for granted.