[ Tidus has everything set out on his plate: the oysters a crescent along one side of his plate, his one taco on the lower side, and his paella everywhere else. It's not that long ago, really, since he last had paella; the easiest recipe to make without any instructions or directions on hand, the food he offered Webs in exchange for clothes instead of the usual sweets. But this time it's a surprise he couldn't have expected, and as the smells and heat waft up under Tidus's nose, he relaxes more and more.

And for whatever he might know about cooking, there's no criticisms in his mind. Tidus takes a bite, and he's happy before and after it, chewing away, listening to the pair. A small chuckling huff. ]

I already offered to cook for us. Or we can cook together! Wasn't that bad when it was the two of us in the kitchen. [ And there's the spark of a memory--when he offered to cook for them...!

He lets out a small sound, lets his spoon sit on the side of his plate and puts his hand on the table, a place where his wrist can wrist. And with eyes closed, he thinks, concentrates--

and a bottle of mead appears, large and plentiful. Opens his eyes, smile spreading on his face. He nudges it in Inigo's direction. ]

With mead, just like we said. [ And said now with a knowing lilt. ]