[ Still got it, Aerith thinks with a smile, and she pulls it back to look down at the thing. It is, indeed, a pink zinnia. It's petals are pale pink, the stem a shocking shade of green, and the pistil in the center is a pleasant shade of yellow. It wouldn't be out of place on a Spring display, in truth, and the smell is unmistakable. ]

Zinnias are beautiful flowers with strong scents. People would give them to each other, as gifts, to symbolize they'd return some day. [ Smiling at Haru again, Aerith tilts her head. ]

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