"Uh huh," comes the dry response that Roland's probably expecting, though it's not even the assigned duty that Tidus is going to chide him over. "What did I just say about keeping work in the train and off the beach? I'll get you taken off Team Lead if you keep this up."

It's an empty threat, not attempting to be serious in anything but a joke, since what powers did Tidus have? Sense doesn't need to have a place here.

"Shouldn't you be thinking about a poem or something you wanna write anyway? Let me guess," Tidus lilts, a guess that has him looking back out to the sea, his head bobbing in thought. "A poem abooout...responsibility, and how good orderly work will keep a train running."

He looks back at him. "Yeah?"

Did he get it?