Well you already got my name, silly!

[Her laughter is muffled again, but it's clear she's grinning.]

You may call me Miss Gainsborough if you really want to be formal about it, but I'm fine with just Aerith. I'm a florist, not someone famous or anything like that. But a dinner date does sound nice.

[Coiling an errant curl of hair around a finger, she leaned casually against the stall wall.]

What about you, Wriothesley? Anything else about you I should know aside from your roguish charm and your manners?