"Really?" Getting sucked in by the half-truths the monkey-tailed fellow was telling, Aerith cast her sights upon the crowd once more in search of Blank. Something told her that Blank wasn't exactly the kind of fellow to be shy, but then again; during their adventure to Matoya's cave the young man barely said a word. Maybe Blank was just as 'out of it' as Zidane claimed.

"Then maybe I should have a talk with him..." The love scene right now was rather complex for Aerith, especially since Zack was here again. She wasn't quite sure what to do with herself anymore. Maybe the flower girl needs to swear off men for a while.

"O-oh, Delita!" A little shocked but happy to see him again, Aerith beamed at him brightly. "Yes, some punch would be nice. I'm a little tired from all the dancing." Delita is such a gentleman!