Aerith had run out of flowers twice today. It wasn't that she didn't have enough, it was that her cart wasn't big enough for the number she was selling now. Flowers in the desert were a luxury, and Aerith could charge a pretty penny for them without being too cheeky, and business still boomed.

Word was spreading. She was either going to have to get a bigger cart, or more carts. Maybe place one near the airship port, and one at the centre near the fountain? Both of them were good business spots, although on days where the caravans came through with supplies, the gates were good locations to sell, too.

Or maybe she should get a shop? She needed to sell more flowers to afford that, though, so a bigger cart first. Maybe a big wooden one, with a roof, so it was more like a mobile stall, and it could keep the sun off the flowers so the heat didn't make them wilt.

It had been a productive day of selling, and she'd roped in help wherever she could. Saix had managed to avoid it, however, on account of working in the Sandsea most of the day. Demyx was taking the evening shift at the pub. The Landlord was still missing, but the Order were keeping it running.

She'd fluttered her eyelashes at Lea to get him to help her today, not that he was hard to convince if he wasn't doing anything else. Fang, the newest addition to their group, and who still had the ability to distract Saix when he thought no one was looking, wasn't someone Aerith judged to be the flower selling type, but she'd tried to rope her in anyway.

Now the air was cooling off they were heading for something to eat. Aerith had promised to treat them, since she'd sold everything for today.

She had a smile on her face when she felt it, and her face fell. It was hard to deny those reiatsu signatures.