It is still the 17th in part of this continent.

[gardeningaia]

[House 41 is. getting a little strange as Aerith's mother tendencies increase. It seems like she's settling more and more into this line of thought until, on the last day of the experiment, the idea of "personal space" doesn't exist--have a stray hair? Crooked collar? It's being straightened out! Hungry? There are pre-cooked meals a-plenty in the fridge with friendly faced notes, even if Aerith is lamenting the fact that her cooking is not nearly as good as Tifa's. (There may be pouting if people insist on eating OTHER food.)

Don't be surprised if she launches into sudden concerned talks, either.

BUT she has a little errand of her own to do, so she opens up her journal to make a request:]

[Public video]

Is anyone here good at creating necklaces? I'd like something that could hold a materia. About this big. [She gestures with her hand.] I'd really appreciate it!

[As for action-y goodness? She will be pressing flowers on people in town today. No, really. She INSISTS you have brightness in your life.]