Making a face at being called short, Aerith leans sideways enough to bump her hip against him lightly. "You're definitely the biggest pirate I know," she chides playfully, looking towards him with a roll of her eyes.

"You never told me that, but, I figured you must live a pretty fancy life." Her hand falls away from his back, catching his hand briefly to tug him towards the fence once they step outside. "That room at the palace, remember? You said it looked like your ship."

Aerith stops after they reach the fence, gesturing towards a salvaged square of latticed wood. "If you can hang it up there for me, my moonflowers will have somewhere to go," she points towards a stout nail sticking out of the high hanging top of the fencepost before her hand goes to her hip, fixing him with a smirk. "Then I'll let you cook dinner for me."