"What, and a book on trains too?" The subtlety continues to fly over Tidus's head, a small huff let go of. "I just ordered whatever at random, or I'd be waiting forever to get them! Those're what the train gave me. They never have any life magazines..."

Look, maybe Tidus just wants to read about blitzball and upcoming events and the new hot tunes coming out. Is that so wrong? He'll grumble about them as he wants.

But also, lifting his hands up, held as if there's something in them as they hover by his face.

"Try smelling it. --Go on," he figures he'll have to add, 'cause who is going to take that suggestion over a magazine? But Tidus might be in a good place to nudge it in the direction of Inigo's nose. "It's perfume-y. Right? You smell it?"