"I saw one of his moves in the sports car a while back. But with an actual blitzball in his hands, I'm sure I'll see an even more impressive move." Roland recalls that day well, and it was when he saw Tidus for his athleticism that he had every reason to be proud of, to flaunt. That couldn't have been easy to train for, but he performed it as if it was nothing at all. "I look forward to it, when you're ready!"

The towel is removed from his hair, revealing his black locks once more. It is discarded for now, and he's just left to folding the remaining towel back into a square, and placing it directly on top of his scalp, like a square just sitting there, keeping his head warm. His hands work to comb through the tips when he nonchalantly adds to Inigo's little remark.

"I'm sure you'll find one. A 'blitzball' of your own, so to speak." The older man thinks back to what he knows of Inigo, and the most recent idea came just a day and a half ago. "You're quite knowledgeable on flowers. That might be a good start, don't you think?"