Clara tsks at him, her expression disapproving and yet amused by Heiji's quick wit. "Don't be mean to him! I'm sure he'll get his day. Everyone gets either second chances or second growth spurts from my experience."

Clearly hers was the former.

Finally she picks up the flowers and holds them closer to her chest. A little damaged, a little bruised, but they're still in good form. She beams down at them, proud of her accomplishment in picking them up, before she looks before she looks back at him. "How about we get these flowers to the graves now? I have a good idea who needs them the most."

Plus the sooner they do it, the sooner they can avoid running across meandering children who are probably going to be spooked or awed to see floating flowers.