[Zack listens quietly, his own smile fading to something a little more bittersweet. He's been pretty good at not letting reminders of what happened back home get to him, and a large part of it is he hasn't bothered talking about it much. Because who wants to, when there's happier things to discuss]

That's what you said when I first got here. [a little quieter, and he keeps his eyes down on the flower] That you felt it.

I think it suits you, having that kind of power. I never really thought your flowers were magic, though. [he laughs a little] Just that you were really good at taking care of them.