Aww, Kim, you like to garden? [ Understandably, this delights her. Aside from being a florist, there's just something about people that care for plants that she attaches to. It must be the way they care for something else's life for no reason other than to watch it grow. There's a benefit to it, sure, but that's rarely the interest, she's noticed.

Aerith bites her tongue, picking up on the energy of embarrassment easily: She wants to ask, but baby steps. ] Oh, the plate... yeah, you wouldn't know about that, huh. [ Melancholy tints her voice, nostalgia taking over as she looks skyward. There isn't a cloud in the sky. Does it rain in Hell, anyway? ]

Right. There's the slums, and topside. Topside is pretty much what it sounds like. The city is over the slums— so... Under the plate. It's a steel plate that separates topside from the slums. Not very interesting, is it? But that's Midgar.