"Make a note of this spot." Gerome said and pushed himself back to his feet. "When we return we can gather them." That would, he thought, ensure they would last longer. If they were to gather them now the risk of them withering and dying would be greater by the time they took them back to the train.

"... If they are put in soil immediately, surely the likelihood of them surviving the transition is greater?" He looked to Tidus for conformation, perhaps he would know more.