Bambosh seems to be eager to join the higgledy carnival, so Roland, taking a cue from Tidus's advice to make a better effort to treat them more than allies and more like friends, thinks about it long and hard: Go. Do your thing. The fire higgledy makes a rough HIIIGLE! as if excited, and disappears from his shoulder, only to reappear with nine others just like it, smaller and plainer, joining the rest of the crowd.

Roland shakes his head and only asks that it enjoy itself. He will not know it, but the two who can understand their strange, magical language will hear a faint voice from Bambosh: Dear soul, you have my thanks! I have not seen other friends in quite some time! Hig! And off it goes with its fire posse, joining mock fights and taking balls out of their places to either play with or sit on.

"So Lightning's got tech like that, huh?" He says. "Sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie. But then again what doesn't on this train right?" He rests a hand on his hip, a smile adorning his face at the mention of Inigo doing a quick exhibition at Tidus's gentle behest. "Go for it, pup! I could learn a thing or two from speedy fighters like yourself!"