[Chrissy gets the reference. But she's almost taken by surprise that someone as seemingly sweet as Aerith would be comparing flowers to trophy wives. Her laughter is genuine as she nods, before her hand pulls away from the flowers. She doesn't want to accidentally crush one of them.]
So you can't talk to these flowers?
[Not that she thinks Aerith actually talks to flowers, but it sounds like that's what was being said. She can feel the flowers in a way, and they almost have a voice. Sounds like talking to her.]
It must feel like they're dead, if they're like that.
[Which makes her frown a little as she thinks over what that must mean.]
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So you can't talk to these flowers?
[Not that she thinks Aerith actually talks to flowers, but it sounds like that's what was being said. She can feel the flowers in a way, and they almost have a voice. Sounds like talking to her.]
It must feel like they're dead, if they're like that.
[Which makes her frown a little as she thinks over what that must mean.]