[Zack's face lights up from the memory of the cart. The cart, the one he'd made for her so she can liven the spirits of the people and fill Midgar with flowers. An ambitious endeavor, for sure, but it was theirs, a memory he'll treasure forever.]

It was a beautiful cart, what can I say? But we do have to make a new one -- a better one, even!

[If they can. They have more time and resources now, ironically, but it's not exactly the safest idea. One word of a flower wagon whispered in Shinra's walls and the Turks will swarm them within the hour. Maybe not at Tseng or Cissnei's command, but...

Zack shakes those thoughts off. Easily done once they're within close range of the Gainsborough house. He's never been here before, too busy or too shy to make that sort of move when he was younger; now, it feels like he's meant to be here. It's all so welcoming and warm, very different from any place within Midgar, like it has its own sunshine and energy. A small pocket of sunshine and paradise in a clouded slum.

This is definitely Aerith's house.]

Oh, man! Look at this place! It's like its own little world outside of Midgar!

[He quickens his pace to a light jog to approach one of the flowerbeds along the path.]

This is awesome!