[She nods, not fully agreeing with Sephiroth, but at least acknowledging the possibility that she'll agree with him when she actually meets the guy.]

I'll take a look at the guy, at least. Anyway-!

[She’s a little deflated that the faerie had directed her to apples, but Sephiroth offers a further explanation before she can. What a nice kid. Absinthe plucks a single berry from the basket, holding it up to admire its sheen.]

Thank you, these are very curious.

[To Sephiroth:] Are these in your grape census?