Tidus huffs a laugh, looking at the cabinet by the towels--filled with buckets, spades and netting.

"What do we do with this? Fishing?" He's taking out a spade, the smallest of the lot. Twisting it in his hand to examine. "I lived around the sea, sure, but I was never any good at it."

Too impatient, even when he got older. He liked just sitting around instead.