While it's not what she's looking for-- bread or rice would be favorite-- She is, briefly, arrested by the pressing. It's something she's had an interest in herself, once upon a time. She hasn't really had the time since joining up.

Or maybe it's just that she doesn't have the heart to restart a book that was so full of flowers and memories as it was.

Still, after handing him a roll, and he's not crying anymore, she asks, "You like flower-pressing, as well?"