"Uhhh, I think he's the only green guy for miles." Or worlds. Tidus puts his forefingers (or, well, one; can't do well holding a sword) up near his forehead. "He's got a pair of hanging bits on his head? Antennae, I guess! And he can fly around. His name's Piccolo!"

Despite the questionable description, there's no attempt at being funny, Tidus continuing easily.

"He doesn't ask for anything. Just as long you actually use them."