Roland glances at the two of them from the corner of his eye and smiles in amusement. But it's a silent acknowledgment that is immediately replaced with a familiar glint in his eye, no help to be had from his end as Inigo may or may not be chasing down manboobs Tidus's hidden candy bar in the inner pocket of his Kaiba coat. Oh no, this was something they had to barter out of on their own.

In fact, it might even work to Roland's distinct advantage. For in both of their piles of candy, he sees his target. Like the marksman that he is, he doesn't let it out of his sight, not even for a second, the only indication of his keen interest in whatever it is he's fixated on expressed through narrowing eyes, a stern mouth, and the tail swishing slow. A predator catching prey.

Roland reaches a hand in Tidus's pile first, rummages carefully underneath chocolate boxes and snack-sized caramel bits. There. Same goes for Inigo's own pile, and it's there too. They got the luck of the draw. The neon-colored, artificially-flavored sour sweets that look like the ones he grew up on...all of them, in their haul. None in his.

He's using both hands now, staring, planning. The candy, so close.

"If I hold him down, can I get these from you in trade, Inigo? Heh." Roland reveals the pack he wants and waves it twice in the air. "State both of your terms for this, I want in."

Or he wants it rather, but things were heating up and he's not about to let them leave with his goods!