No, a botanist. You even paying attention up there??

[ The subtle puff in her chest as she laughs isn't lost on him either. Did they remind her of something too? His gaze, usually so narrowed and hard holds traces of a softer curiosity to them. Still, he manages to bite his tongue. Something told him this girl wasn't about to spill the beans on these retraces of memory lane. He doesn't know her well enough to even consider prying in the first place. Ragna, meanwhile, takes a step closer to the wall of blossoms, still keeping Mordred secure on his shoulders as he reaches out to gently flirt the back of his fingers along tiny petals. ]

Yeah, but ironically enough, you don't get forget 'em if they're part of your life one way or another.