Oh. Pfft. Tidus straightens himself from the extent his slouching was about to take him, elbows coming to lean on the table with his forearms.

"How about being left in a desert to fend for yourself?" But it's a weak retort, nothing to it, a joke before anything else. They all had a hard time, and he isn't going to make fun of the guy for wanting to relax, take off his boots and wiggle his toes. So Tidus's feet come back to tuck closer to his side of the table, out of the way.

"What are you doing here anyway? Go back to your cabin and get some rest. Anything else can wait 'til later. Or you hungry?"