[ Look at this responsible teen making his rounds, cleaning up as he promised. Roland smiles quietly at their banter, surprised that a place like Irivar even had ice cream. He was preoccupied with other thoughts of course, making his rounds in places that were definitely not the shopping district even if certain rugs and handmade cloths did catch his finer eye's attention. At the gesture for Inigo's plate, he waits to see if the pup is in fact, finished with his food, but will assist in passing it along down the line when prompted. How these two are doing this while still linked together by the arm continues to be one of life's greatest mysteries.

And if these two are busy discussing ice cream and how many snacks are left from that trip, worlds away by now, Roland looks up at Tidus and asks just before he leaves for utensils - ]

Do you carry a list of your snacks in there? [ In the floating magical hammerspace that's supposed to awaken potential and house and transport weapons but is now being used as your snack pantry, no biggie!!! ] Are they organized for easy access? So you can remember faster, the next time you get food. Other worlds might have other snacks you'd want to sample, after all.

[ Audit is life This isn't a nag, okay! He just wants you to have a nice clean snack hidey hole so you can cram more food in there for later. He says this in good humor at least, and doesn't even attempt to try and take the utensils from the other car himself. It seems the moment has passed and it's back to their usual; a wonder, really, how naturally it settles among them. ]