[She waves a dismissive hand, and Tifa can feel her impatience starting to tick again.

"Yes, yes. That's all well and good, but what kind of compensation will I be receiving?"

There's a very, very loud sigh from beside Eustace.]

A roof over your head when it's cold or raining, and food to eat... if that's your thing.

[Do fairies eat human food? Well, regardless, it's there.]

In exchange for your help with Sprinkles, and any other fairy animals that could wind up under our care. And the gardens. But like I said... you'll be staying out of our way. Are we clear?

[There's a drawn-out pause, and Tifa can't tell if she's taking them seriously or thinks this is all fun and games, but after some "deliberation" on her part, which includes some hemming and hawing, she shrugs again.

"Alright, fine. Write up the contract and I'll sign."]