[ There's some confusion, or perhaps a note of interest in the topic of energy and magic - nothing that Tidus is going to offer anything smart about, other than it's a thing. Except their very normal exchange over breakfast is ruined by- ]
Huh?
[ That question.
Tidus looks down at his food. His ordinary, inoffensive plate of food.
That judgment. ]
What? What's wrong with what I'm eating? [ Tidus looks back up, over at Roland, puzzled. IT'S GOT EGGS. ]
no subject
Huh?
[ That question.
Tidus looks down at his food. His ordinary, inoffensive plate of food.
That judgment. ]
What? What's wrong with what I'm eating? [ Tidus looks back up, over at Roland, puzzled. IT'S GOT EGGS. ]