Gerome looked up when Tidus began to speak of his home, and listened... While he couldn't imagine what it was the other was describing, he couldn't deny that it sounded interesting.

Pushing himself back to his feet, he looked away and up the way the flow was coming. "It does not seem like this attracts much at all, despite it's sweet scent." A pause. "We have nothing like this back home. Our volcano's spew nothing but molten rock. Though I would be interested to find the source of this... whatever it is."