Some of us didn't goof off by slicing and chopping aliens for fun, okay.

"Okay, but you know they'd be way better if we fried and ate them, right?"

Even if Inigo's turnip is looking better, all of the competition in Tidus's soul has left him. He knows he's not winning anything, and with a useless turnip in his hand - what else is he supposed to think about doing with it? Especially when Roland's talking about cooking too!

He wiggles his turnip hair again.

"Or we can just eat the candy."