Tidus is a mixed bag in his attention. Listening to the both of them between knifing at his turnip, and then blanking out as he attempts to concentrate more on the vegetable than the other pair. There's something of a frown starting to worm itself on his face. No matter what he does...

.....it continues to look like a stupid turnip!!

pahhhh. He'll glance at Roland, but otherwise be too distracted to catch the horror Inigo is experiencing.

"You got the hots for merpeople there, Rol?"

Wrong guy, Tidus.