[Sora's going to pop up really quickly, grinning.]

I promised cooking classes, right? Well, anyone who wants to learn, meet me at the spaceship tomorrow morning! There's enough room there for quite a few people to learn. And when we're done, we can all share!

[Sora is willing to provide directions, too!]

Also, um... Does anyone here want to go exploring? I know I've been here a year, and that I've had time to do a lot of exploring, but... It's always more fun when you do it with other people.

[There isn't any speaking -- not at first, anyway. Someone has passed along the pearl of wisdom that the vines of the Garden enjoy this sort of attention, and now that Link has finally found each and every missing item of her inventory, she's doing her best to win over this cluster of foliage with a slow, clumsily-plucked harp melody.

She's playing from memory ... or, rather, from the memory of hearing someone else play. She misses beats often, overcrowds her runs, and has to pause frequently to prevent herself from producing blatantly wrong notes. Eventually she stops, and from the shuffling that ensues, it can be inferred that she's carefully putting the instrument away.]

... Not my best. But it's my favorite. What do you think, huh?

[In case you're wondering: yes, she is speaking to the actual plant. And any response that she receives will be interpreted as the opinion of ... the plant.

Give her a break. She's still catching on over here.]