Footsy is a good sign in Tidus's opinion, a smile fighting on his lips trying to keep an indifferent state. But he's failing, the silliness of their discussion. Acting like coy virgins, or something.

"Oh yeah?" Nudge, nudge. "We have the walk back to the cabins, too. All that way - y'think you're gonna make it?"

Are you going to perish, Inigo? It's no less silly than before, but that's the fun of it. He porks his fork over on Inigo's side, scooping up a small part of his rice.

"We might need to put this food away for later, if you're really suffering."

He huffs, a small scoff at that.