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Even if he were to ask, Roland is certain his answer is set in stone. It's the same when he spoke with Inigo, though they darted around that a little bit more. No matter. Roland doesn't quite hone in on the source of Tidus's mild discomfort, whether it's from words unspoken or something not quite right with his return to the void train.

Gibbs moves about, true to his nature mimicking the waves crashing against the shore, and for his part, Roland remains still to take each ebb and flow from all sides of the conversation. At the end of the day, he's relieved to see they're all safe; that he can stave off goodbye for one moment longer.

"Fair enough. My skill's not in the kitchen, as you know pretty well by now. I'll stay my lane and start with mopping and cleaning the bathrooms. Since I know some people won't do it...Heh."

And maybe Roland does read the room somewhat, watching Tidus up close, watching the little movements, the bounce of his feet, the way he can't quite stop moving some. It's normal, and it's not. It's unease, and it's relief all at once. Gibbs squeaking high and proud in his arms may be the sign that he's picking up on something, so he tries a more unconventional ice-breaker.

"...You can just drink straight from a coconut too. Did you know that? Come on. I can show you, since we have so many to spare."

An invitation he can deny of course, but Roland's sat for too long anyway, muddled in his own thoughts. The library offers no solace or answers, so he stands. Gibbs jumps and takes to his shoulder, little hands with fingers he can't see grabbing unto strands of hair for balance.

Roland rises, Gibbs get ever higher, and he can't deny an invitation if everyone else in the room is ready to go, can he? There's no particular pull one way or another, though the tidbit about coconuts does get a furrow of his brow. One that shouldn't be so strange, and he realises that as he remembers the coconut milk from when they made pancakes. The ones for Taiki, anyway.

"They the same as the stuff in the can?" White, real white liquid. Tidus takes steps to move, backing away as if preparing to turn in the direction they'll be going. Remember, and deciding to ask: "You tried the transgates? They weren't set up before you got - taken."

He waves a hand with the word. Taken. Let's go with that. Though, he may be wrong about when they were set up.

"...Transgates?"

Mention of it immediately replaces the thought of coconut - the difference between the yoke and the essence, familiar only to Roland insofar as one of his fifty plus states as president includes an island where coconuts grew like grass. He'll hold on to this higgledy while his own is out of commission, probably wandering around in the great unknown.

"Guess that answers your question. What are they?"

The name alone might signify transport, but he's one to see for himself before he makes any sort of judgments, personal or otherwise. So he dutifully follows Tidus to a transgate, wherever the nearest one is, a hand resting against his hip.

"You probably saw one and didn't know what it was!" Hard as they can be to miss, but who would really take much of another look at one, and especially someone who just crawled their way out of a suitcase? "They're these big round floating rings with a fuzzy middle. You know...kinda swirly? Magic tech stuff."

That's as good as his description is going to get. Down on the lower floor, Tidus looks left and right before remembering the direction, and heading for the armoury a door over. "They're from where Lightning's from! We've got a bunch connected to each other - you tap in where you wanna go, and poof! You're there."

From one car to another, Tidus turns his head as they enter into the car, a small "aha!" as he notices the transgate waiting in the opposite corner. A round golden disk hovering with a low hum, a small panel attached to a part of it.

Tidus walks over to it, standing close to where the panel is, digitalised lettering indicating where there may be more transgates by name.

Gibbs seems to be more excited about the prospect of using them than Roland on the onset. Piiiig! Piggle! Hig!, the little one continues to purr atop his perch; Roland as the higgledy's personal platform to catapult as it wishes, when it wants.

But the talk of it draws a similar memory from the past, and he's in company that allows his honesty to shine through, the quirk of his brow somewhere between different shades of amused. "So they're kind of like trip doors, huh?" Roland shakes his head, chuckling. "Though having to use something with a...fuzzy middle doesn't sound so appealing."

Whatever happened to just using a spell to magic their way from point A to B? As if he's ever had the experience. Alas! Maybe one day.

He follows anyway. When Tidus gestures to the labels, Roland leans closer to read them, each name registering more and more convenient than the last. "Well now. What do we have here?" Roland mutters quietly, fingers grazing over the words as his eyes skim the entire roster of places to go to. Only after his interested assessment of the transgate does he turn back to his companion.

"...And all three of us can use this at the same time to go to the kitchen car?"

So they're like trip doors - at least the name and comparison paints the picture that unfamiliarity doesn't! Regardless, Tidus keeps standing once they arrive to their destination, Gibbs humming some fun tune that only he and other higgledies likely know, disinterested in the machine he's seen enough times. Tidus waving out a hand as he replies:

"Should about. As long as we both stand in place - s'long as you're in front of it, it'll send you through."

Kind of like the demon portals back on Erda's world, but he doesn't bother to make the connection. Did Roland ever test those? Probably, with how close they got to the castle. He comes a step closer to reach out and press the button, flicking through the names of locations until it settles on 'STORES'.

"It's downstairs - all of 'em are on the bottom floor." And, with a silly jest: "Not worried about seeing a fuzzy midsection, are you?"

Heheh.

"Tidus, what does that even mean??"

His brows furrow, comedy mixed with intrigue, a laugh forming shallow on his lips. The settings are well underway and he's just about ready to use the train's fancy new elevator (yes, that's precisely what it could be except it traverses dimension and space instead of physical floor!)...except Gibbs is making a bit of a fuss and he has to take him off his shoulder to cradle close to his chest.

Behave.

"Anyway. Let's get going. " A pause. "You're sure there's no risk coming out discombobulated on the other side?"

He's watched a lot of these space shows where one wrong setting gets people's atoms rearranged, alright? Cut him some slack!

Roland please, it's nearly been a month, like I remember what I was going for either in this tag.

"Dunno." The transgate boots up, and a blue colouring fills its centre. "--Guess we'll have to find out!"

Because the second Tidus took to consider it, the second in the space between his first two words, Tidus came up with a plan, and decided, why not - when everyone else is likely to do it to him, it's his turn now to do the same back!

Which is to say, he took a sneaky step behind Roland (and Gibbs) and gave the man a push - right through the gate, over to the other side. A peculiar and different experience from the Trip Doors, with a blue colouring sticking to Roland as he appears in the Stores, small cubes that dissipate with them, the effects leaving from the man.

Tidus, on the other end, is giving the pair a chance to recover. ...or, Roland, anyway. Speaking of 'the pair', Gibbs is squealing both playfully, but also ready to get his heartmate back!!

'Young heart, we must act quickly! Return his games! Hig higgle!'

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