[ Little known fact: avocados don't sit well with Roland for one reason or another. Something about the taste or his experience thereof. It's why his plate is decidedly devoid of it, no matter how abundant the ingredient of the month. And even the sight of it on Tidus's plate as he sits down next to him makes him want to cringe. That definitely shouldn't taste any better with eggs. Gah.

Other than the offending fruit, Roland greets Tidus with his usual air of welcoming, making room on the seat and wiping his hands on a napkin. A rather simple meal of toast and leftover honey is all he eats, apart from an almost empty mug of coffee. ]

Heh. Good morning to you too. [ Or whatever counted for mornings on trains in voids with no concept of time anymore. ] You read my mind, actually. A little exercise will go a long way come mission time.

[ Plus, the last time he sparred with anyone was with...well, he can't tell him that. Roland glances over to the teen, shallow sips to his drink. ] Any developments on new moves, then? Anything you wanna show off?