"Sure!" Hey, didn't Tidus promise Inigo flowers already? There's no need for the puppy eyes, his head twisting back to look at the flora on display. "But which ones? The pink ones? Or the purple?"

Was there a prettier amongst the mix? He leans forward, trying to catch the scent. ...and it smells flower-y, but what does that mean? He's not sure that Inigo cares about the smell so much as the visual. But he'll step aside some, just to give Inigo all the room he doesn't need to pick his favourite. Or favourites? Inigo wouldn't have to beg at all to get whatever he wanted.