"Mmm, I'll wait 'til we're back near a town again to think about it. Anyway, look--think I see our next cache up there."

Near-difficult to discern, but it makes the snow rise, and the snow seems unable to rest over the colourful lid. Tidus will take this one this time to pack the rations in, appearing in a glitter of gold as he calls it from his band.

"Here's hoping we don't come back this way."