Lumi might have been a ghost, standing there undetectable in a kitchen smelling faintly of rose and sugar with the mixed low-level signatures of however many residents passed through, but Marluxia approached obviously. Used to him, Lumi didn't look up and turn before he opened the door.

"Marluxia," he said, meeting his eyes.

He wore the faint scent of flowers and soil, a sign that he had been working in the greenhouse. Lumi wasn't a fan of the greenhouse, not least because it reminded him how he was trapped on the surface of a planet, with its plants and dirt, but also because it was unpleasantly humid. The air felt damp to him and was just on the wrong side of too warm. It made him uncomfortable to be there too long.

"Productive morning?"