[It shouldn't surprise her, how quickly she feels the sting of tears as soon as Momo comments on her mom's appearance, her throat feeling tight. But she keeps it together, smiling and closing her eyes at the shared memory. Her mom puts a juniberry in younger-Allura's hair. Pink and white, not unlike the colors in Allura's wreath.]

I picked up gardening once I came here. I'm afraid I was much more interested in following my father around, when I was young.

[The memory doesn't shift as much as it progresses - an Altean man dressed in fine armor joins his family. The younger version of her happy to go and immediately roughhouse with him.

Allura opens her eyes, bidding the memory away.]

Your partner... Yuki, was it? Does he keep plants now that he's come here? I could give you some cuttings from my garden, if he would like them.