"You think so?" Inigo turns his head sideways to smile at Gerome - a feat made much easier by the fact that they're on about the same level now. There seems to be some sort of odd faith in his voice, like if Gerome tells him, it must be true, even though it's not like the other is much more of an expert when it comes to growing flowers than Inigo himself is. "I don't want to make the poor thing die though, just because I wanted to take it along.."

There's something faintly pouty about him as he says it, but it doesn't seem to contain any genuine sadness. If anything, there's more something near childish about it. Inigo himself isn't sure what it is either, but something about having these two with him here specifically makes it a tad easier to shove the horrible images of earlier on the day to the back of his mind and just smile, act a bit more youthful again.

"And I'm a flower admirerer, not a grower!" He adds when Tidus asks that question. A pouty protest at first, but it quickly melts into a slight smile. "I just don't know if I'd be very good at it. We had a huge flower garden at the palace when I was little, but it's not like I grew any of that myself."