"Never know! Never got him to try," Tidus adds to the joke, mirth in his throat. He goes over to the where the peppers are to ready them by the cutting board, nothing too offensive used on it already to bother with picking out another.

"Check the fridge? The cheese always goes quick- train doesn't know it's more popular than fifty tonnes of carrots."

What was even with its picks in that. Maybe he shouldn't have been so down on the bacon before, although the constant salty meat bored Tidus quick.

"If you're going that way, can you grab some potatoes? I got another recipe that needs 'em. Just one or two should work."