Tidus looks at the flowers, the price written on a piece of cardboard held up on a small poker - and really, not pricy at all. Still he hums, he haws, tilting his head this way and that.

"Hmmmmmmmm..." He slings his arm over Inigo's shoulder and brings his head to his, tipping in, and finally says, as if reluctantly, "You are my one and only prince."

The flower seller gives a scoff under his thick moustache but says nothing, and Tidus - with a pat before it leaves him - takes back his arm as he goes, "Both?" to the man, sorts out the money there and to take whichever Inigo likes. "Any of them?"

Come on, he's got arms here to help carry some flower pots with!