[ Compare, the two things they have on their plates: Roland's mostly visibly empty, and Tidus's with the scraps of pepper, egg, and avocado. But also, Tidus has been forgoing his wonderful chopping technique of a fork to just using his hand to hold up the toasted bread, which obscures some of the view below, that -

not only does it blind Tidus from really seeing what's being popped into Roland's mouth until it's there, but also - Would Roland seriously nick food off his plate?

No, of course not. He never would, or so Tidus assumes, so for the second his brow dips and thinks about that flash of red he saw... ]

She wanted to try making a better line to talking to the train. [ Tidus explains, instead of realising the crime that's been committed. ] Kind of like strengthening a signal? Since the train doesn't have a lot of power, apparently. Don't know how it went though - been meaning to ask her, but I figured she'd say something today about it.

[ Live with the shame, Roland. Nicking food from a guy's plate! ]