Zack sometimes felt the need to use language like that to solidify the fact in his own brain that he was older now. Not that twenty-four was old, but...after all that lost time, he still felt nineteen at heart. He'll shut the front door after Roman though and shift back to the front desk, leaning against the counter and surveying the flowers again. He didn't comment on how long Roman took in the bathroom, he assumed he needed it, and with his enhanced hearing, it'd be obvious to him if he did anything questionable in there. Sometimes it was a blessing, other times it was a curse.

But, when Roman steps out again, he'll blink at the size of him, tiny man that he was, and it only makes him think more of Cloud. "Uh, they're imported," he says stupidly, shaking his head before continuing, "and then, there are some that are seasonal for winter only, though I've got to admit, they aren't as nice as the kinds you get in spring or summer." He'll sit at the counter a little awkwardly, unsure of what else to say. He had been in the army since thirteen, and even if he was talkative, the kind of small talk you'd get in customer service like this didn't always come naturally.

"You have a favorite?"