[ Roland doesn't really react to the bottle of wine that Tidus suddenly produces, though he will admit he didn't take him to be the type to drink it by choice. For some reason, he imagines Tidus to be more of a beer teen...But then again, beer would give him a beer belly, and if's a pro-athlete, the ace blitzer, he definitely wouldn't have that unless someone offered it to him. Then would he be a cocktail kind of guy, with all its flavors?

Inigo, now Inigo was more of a wine kid, right? Princely, probably goes to fancy functions if he lived in a place like Roland did...He'd take him to those for certain, since Inigo was great with people. A natural with strangers, warm and inviting. As Roland thinks, his silence is only accompanied by glances up at the quiet car's ceiling, and soft hums when his imagination reaches its peak.

Though as he takes a bite out of the paella, rice piled on top of his fork with an oyster to match as a viand, he remembers something offhandedly. Finally commenting, eyes widening in recognition of such a thing. ]

Is that a red? [ He gestures to the bottle with one hand, the other covering his mouth politely. ] Too bad you don't have a white one. Maybe a chardonnay or a pinot gris. [ Then, he smiles as if happy to share such information. ] Reds for red meats, whites for white meats and food from the sea. The best pairings.

[ Don't mind him, he will return to his food now and imagines something else.

...God, if only he didn't waste his points on those beers... ]