Tidus is a carefree, jovial sort of guy on the outside, but he wonders how many people on the train are actually aware of the depths his insights can go. If Tidus knows of it at all, or is conscious of the things he says that often make Roland stop to think, to consider.

The bite he takes out of the slice is a big one, finishing almost half of it. It's a really good cake.

"Make your skills your own, huh...?" He would have gone in for the rest, but something said tickles his fancy. "What if you used moves from other ball games to be better at blitzball, then? Ever considered changing up your style a bit?" A small grin forms. "Ready to pioneer underwater football?"