[ Whoa, he brought out the Tidus, his name, in that way. Any growing teenager knows that tone, and it's either one that spurns a desire to fight back at it or to listen.

Fortunately, Tidus was already listening, already looking to hear what Roland had to say, and to learn more about him through his response. He's grabbing one of the kitchen towels to wipe his hands with, just as some sort of sauce (he hopes that was sauce) catches his palm, and Tidus sprays it off before cleaning his hands. ]

Well, let's just say... I don't know many people like that. [ Sensible? No, he knows sensible in other ways, but not in the sense that he's calling Roland sensible. A type of leader, someone with ideas, and who knows how to think. ] I guess what I'm trying to ask is, if you'd choose to do something like that away from where you come from. Your kingdom.

[ He decides to clarify it, just because he remembers that detail, a small thing though that doesn't interrupt the point Tidus is getting to. ]

The council's asking for nominations for people to join up. What do you think? You want someone to put your name in?

[ Tidus doesn't know if the guy can't himself, but... hey, that's not what he's asking here. ]