[ Hard work doesn't go unnoticed by Aerith. It had been a quaint way of drumming up interests, and things like cookies aren't all that common in the slums. People get by, doing what they can to survive. It's the sort of life that bleeds you dry. Still, she misses it. (The sky, in truth, haunts her a little here.) ]
i think i remember some cookies being handed out with that name on them. was that you?! i'll be right over. i could help you open up if you like!
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i think i remember some cookies being handed out with that name on them. was that you?!
i'll be right over. i could help you open up if you like!