Roland abandons the task of reading from the book for now, resting it on his lap though he makes sure not to remove his finger from the page just in case. It clicks, and he doesn't bother to hide his surprise with brows shooting up high, corner of his lips upturned to one side.

"Well. Would you look at that. You can talk to them. You can understand them." His magical literacy was the poorest among their own little team back home; Bambosh never really expressing itself beyond moving certain way, or sounding happy, angry, or calm. He doesn't know how else to explain it, why Tidus got so close so fast to the higgledy that's now taken to him, pun intended, like a fish to water. It waddles over to sit by his stomach, settled and calm with a low hiiig~

Now this scene, was cute. Roland's smirk turns genuine, softer around the edges. He supposes it worked out, in the end. Nervousness deflating, air out of a balloon.

"Maybe you can ask mine what it likes to eat, too. You're making me look bad. Heh."