[Selphie looks up at Tidus with a sheepish grin before he brings up the gardening bit. Selphie spins around to face Tidus and jab a finger into his chest.]

Garden trains mercenaries! Although there is a botany course that was more for survival purposes when you ran out of food or rations.

[Selphie scrunches her face up in disgust at the memory of rations.]

I'll be fine, don't worry!