"Your face looks just like mine when he told me," Ari laughed. "So incongruous, isn't it? At least now he's not constantly wearing torn clothing with his knuckles bleeding. He seems more like it now than he did before his appointment." Still not much of a florist to look at, but she could only imagine the women would come flocking. He would never lack for customers.
"I haven't the faintest idea," Ari said in regards to Drake's ostensible retirement plans. If she noticed the changes in expression and mood, she didn't comment. Instead, once she received and paid for her purchase, she asked, "Are you getting anything, or is it to be a hunt for chubby chocobos and malicious moogles?"