[ He didn't want time for anything else, was more like it. The routines, keeping up training, relaxing in the waters and finding new ways to be better than he was the day before; cooking gave him a treat, a relaxing task with a reward at the end of it.

Feet move through to the next carriage, finally - technically - at their destination. An unsure hum pressed into pinched lips that's still thoughtful in sound. ]

I do yoga once a while since Toby does classes in the morning. [ If that counts... as a once a week thing. ] But do we have anything to learn an instrument here? Well, I guess I can ask Dyme if he's up for it. Guitars are cool.

[ Tidus opens the door from the hallway into the main gym and enters on through. The farther end is currently occupied, but there's enough space to mean nobody's going to be bumping into the other, so long as they're careful.

He looks back at Roland, a tug of a smile on one side. ]

I could play for Inigo.

[ Except, not really. ]