[The sheep is really in there, buried halfway in lettuce and all kinds of other things that are already getting caught in its wool, and Tifa can't help but fall back a bit in a laugh.]

You think so? If you can manage, you might just actually become... what was it? A seasoned shearing shepherd?

[Tifa reaches into the trough and starts to spread the food around, giving them the space they'll need to work... That should do it, except the sheep noms on her fingers instead now.]

Quick, before it realizes it's got me instead!