"Having a private conversation," the shrubs respond without so much as a moment's hesitation. "Please go away."

"There's no need for being rude, kupo!" A moogle surfaces head and pom above the garden's greenery, looking for whoever spoke up. "Hello! Are you there?"

"Unless he has some useful information to add to the world list, I don't care whether he's there or not, come back down here and leave strangers alone."

The moogle surfaces the rest of the way, apparently with every intent on homing in on Kuja if he's not immediately apparent. "That's a good way to not get the sort of things you want. You catch more flies with honey, kupo!"