There's perhaps the faintest flare of embarrassment at the tease; for all of the time he remembers of Radiant Garden, both as himself and to some extent a part of 'Xehanort,' he doesn't actually remember a time when Radiant Garden wasn't full of flowers. In retrospect, it seems obvious that they would need to do more gardening, even with so much rebuilding finished around the city.

"I guess the garden could always be more radiant," he murmurs, casting a bemused look over the volunteers before turning his full attention to Ienzo. His eyes flit over the diagrams he's shown, going back and forth between the conceptual aids and the in-progress work, before he flashes Ienzo another smile and stands shoulder to shoulder with him. If he can help out in some way, he's more than willing to lend a hand.

"It's good to see you too." There's something markedly different about looking at Ienzo dowsed in the sunlight of his temperate home world, as opposed to the tropical atmosphere of Destiny Islands. Maybe it has something to do with simply looking comfortable after all that had transpired. "I wouldn't mind a tour, if you can spare a few minutes? I hope this whole operation isn't going to go off the rails if you step away."

It's a wry joke, carrying into the look he gives his friend -- his confidant. It's a look that he doubts he could properly explain to Ven or Aqua, given its root in darker times.