He chortles at that, head shaking side to side again. "No, not a love letter. I mean, unless you want to." Roland is smiling widely, way too invigorated in a way that no man should be given the context of his strangely melancholic tale. He tears two pages off of his book, and his pen is back out from his pocket once more.

"Listen, you asked me what was on my mind right? When I see all of this?" He gestures out, elbow bent and palm facing the great beyond across their sight. Then, the two pages are thrust directly into his sight, a little too close for comfort. "I'm going to write a message in a bottle. Actually, two messages." He's poised to write already, the words ready to come flowing out of his pen, but in his energetic little spiel, he forgets the most important aspect to his plan.

"Drat," he frowns, voice forceful. "I have to go look for bottles. Probably back on the Voidtrecker, in the kitchen." But he pauses then, puzzle pieces slotting into place in his head. Roland searches Tidus's gaze, determination rolling off of him like a palpable wave. "Please tell me you've still got some in your Arms Band from the other day. Now would be a really great time to lend a pal a bottle, or a jar. Or two."

This, or Roland's making a dash for it. He was fast. He'd make it!