[ He's just here, enjoying - or at least, attempting to derive some enjoyment - from exploration. Presumably humans carry all sorts of food for themselves, so he pays no attention to Cid and his fishing net full of vegetables until it breaks and scatters them every which way.
Well. It's not for him to question the method of carrying such cargo, but he is curious as to the purpose. He may as well ask...it is not as if he will understand any other way.
So he glides over to Cid and the wreckage of his net and begins to dutifully pick up all these strange, alien greens. He assumes, at least, that the human might like some help in this area.
After a long moment of picking these up, he finally asks his question. ]
birds of a feather
Well. It's not for him to question the method of carrying such cargo, but he is curious as to the purpose. He may as well ask...it is not as if he will understand any other way.
So he glides over to Cid and the wreckage of his net and begins to dutifully pick up all these strange, alien greens. He assumes, at least, that the human might like some help in this area.
After a long moment of picking these up, he finally asks his question. ]
...What is all of this for?