"Hm. I saw that in Irivar. With the troll. You hit them pretty good with that ball, I gotta say. Could've knocked them out, if they weren't built so sturdy."

He's not into second servings of sweet things, so the empty plate is deposited unto the nearest table to free up his hands. Now tucked back under armpits, crossed in relaxing. Though the conversation on blitzball gets Roland more and more curious not just about the sport itself, or how it was played back in Tidus's world, but how it might be made possible now. Today. With what they had. He tilts his head up in that train of thought, piping up afterwards.

"Have you tried asking Gibbs if he can make a blitz pool for you?"