Kuja nods. "It'll be fine, I'm sure. We're both quite capable combatants, and there's always the option, in this instance, of simply running-"

He has to stop, of course, since through the trees has come a shriek of rage.
"Good-for-nothing- You've only dumped half our reagents into the bloody pond!"
"It was an accident! And it never was half the ingredients it was only a few of them! And Cindy shouldn't have even put them there!"
"'Ow was I supposed to know you were going to kick me 'andbag into th' bog, Mindy? Where're we even going t'find scale of bleedin' dragon at this hour?! Can't exactly nip 'round to the shop and ask, can we?!"

Kuja steps out from around the tree to find... three moogles of varying builds, all wearing steepled hats, apparently in the midst of an argument around a cauldron. This is going to be a long night.