[Looking up from the vendor stall she's exploring, Rinoa offers Aerith a cheerful smile.]

A flower crown? [She gauges the crown carefully and then nods. It'd be fun and it's certainly festive.] Thanks! I'd love one.

So... do I owe you anything? [Because let's face it, it's not like Rinoa would ever be able to make a flower crown. She'd probably kill the flowers on accident just trying.]