[He takes a moment to admire their shape, their color. Even Sephiroth can appreciate the wild, unfettered growth of vine and blossom if one ignores their oddity; as though they are a show of defiance against the glass and steel and faux lightning surrounding it.]

You can leave them.

[Here, he glances at her again, sidelong.]

I don't care to recreate Shinra exactly. [Confirmation of the name, apparently. She would've made that connection via the signage in the front lobby, as she already has.] Flowers like these don't grow in the city.

[Dry-] The company could use your magic for interior landscaping. Proof that it's able to make plants thrive.