Through Roland's shell-shock, Tidus keeps his silence. Watching him, unabashedly, though not being too forceful in his presence. He wants the complete experience of the man's shock after seeing the bits and pieces of it with the blanket, as he set the larger jars onto the table on display.

The way he fiddles with each of them, fussing, lost as to what to do before he even admits it. A moment where it can be read as good or bad with how frozen Roland's features sit; but there's a creeping there on his neck, visible to the boys on either side of him. For Tidus, propped on the upper section of the booth to give him all the visibility he needs.

His smile, slowly growing, blooms with life at the speechless admission. A warmth blossoming with it, and Tidus shifts where he sits - swaying his body some in his own fussing of needing to move, a chuckle escaping behind his lips. He leans himself on his knees, folded arms to take his weight.

"Well! I think your face says it all. Don't you think, Inigo?" And then, with a more impish tone: "A guy's gotta care how he looks for the public. That means the right accessories too!"

Heh. "Looks like you weren't the only one with surprises ready."