You're not his dad Roland, you can't tell Tidus what to do. Even his own dad can't tell him what to do!
"I bought these for the supplies!" Tidus explains, though the mood drops as he goes on. "They were supposed to be for sticking meals in, but instead I got jars. Well, at least they're good for something."
That's an upside, isn't it. Tidus can easily shrug it off, listening to conversation between the two men, or until he gets shoved. He looks at Inigo with confusion, a frown.
"Huh? Do you have something to stick the berries in already?" You got a bag there, Inigo?? A bag filled with jars?? Why's he complaining? But the answer to that doesn't actually matter when Tidus, reminded of the others, proceeds to hold out the bowl for Inigo to take--"Here, hold this, I need to get the rest of the jars out!"--to free up his hands and make more pop into existence.
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"I bought these for the supplies!" Tidus explains, though the mood drops as he goes on. "They were supposed to be for sticking meals in, but instead I got jars. Well, at least they're good for something."
That's an upside, isn't it. Tidus can easily shrug it off, listening to conversation between the two men, or until he gets shoved. He looks at Inigo with confusion, a frown.
"Huh? Do you have something to stick the berries in already?" You got a bag there, Inigo?? A bag filled with jars?? Why's he complaining? But the answer to that doesn't actually matter when Tidus, reminded of the others, proceeds to hold out the bowl for Inigo to take--"Here, hold this, I need to get the rest of the jars out!"--to free up his hands and make more pop into existence.