[Oh wow... she really had been busy. Well, he's glad. Her letter had made him worry that she was stuck in the same spot that whole time- trapped in the slums of Midgar, content enough with her flowers, but not necessarily happy. And that's something he'd always wanted for her: happiness. Freedom, too, if she wanted to take it. She could fill the whole world with flowers if she desired it. Or she could see the whole world, love the thrill of adventure, explore everything he's gotten to experience outside of the city. He'd wanted to show her that, if she were to let him, but he'd never wanted to push her boundaries or cause her discomfort.
So... yeah, he's glad. Somehow, she got out.]
And? Was it fun?
[He's trying hard not to sound too eager; he doesn't want her to have to answer in a way that appeases him. But oh, he hopes she had fun.]
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So... yeah, he's glad. Somehow, she got out.]
And? Was it fun?
[He's trying hard not to sound too eager; he doesn't want her to have to answer in a way that appeases him. But oh, he hopes she had fun.]