"Processing makes sense," Tidus shakes his head, if agreeably. "Cookies and processing. And maybe we can talk about something normal. If you want."

Whatever normal might be, but he gestures - "This way" - and he'll lead Prompto over to the open dining car, the food that's been laid out onto plates. ...and indeed, most of them being cookies.

"Take a seat," he offers, a gesture to the bench, the cookies easy to reach. "You want me to get you a drink? We've got tea, coffee... some juices?"

He's looking away, spots the jugs of water. Hmm, were they any juices around?