[ He's not so embittered or gripping as tight on a grudge to still be that grumbly about the point Roland is making about Tony. There's still a 'yeah, well' buried under his feelings, but he doesn't think that Roland is incorrect. Guy obviously has some experience of something, but that seemed to make too quick to jump on the defensive.

He comes back around to the other side of Roland, once he's done speaking, a slow lazy walk; his arms coming behind his back and stretching, with noise and all, only falling back down with Tidus stood in front of the dishwasher. ]

But politics is so stuffy, [ he says, finding his voice again, as wary and weary in one at the idea. ] I just don't feel like I get it, you know? I played sports back home, I stuck around with a group--none of that had anything to do with me. [ Politics. ]

There's people like me... and then there's people like you, who have a head for this stuff! I just wanna know you guys are actually remembering where we are instead of being, the elders did this, we did that, and asking the people you say you're representing, 'what do you think of this?' instead of deciding it for us.

[ Roland just got thrown in with the Council lot jut because, though Tidus isn't thinking about it seriously.

A new tray's been pushed out, and now, they're mostly down to cutlery and cups. ]

Other than having feelings 'bout that, I don't know a lot of the stuff you'd actually talk about in these things.