"Are they?" Kuja sounds enchanted of the idea, rather than alarmed, even though he happens to already be holding a poinsettia in the hand Aurora hadn't grasped. He holds it up, smiles, and asks, "And this one, as well? Hopefully it's not got some terrible sap that's going to make me ill. I'd be very cross, considering my ability to heal such a malady seems to have been confiscated.."