It might be loaded, and Tidus doesn't--or hadn't--thought any deeper about it. But then the food arrives, and whatever thoughts he should be having are distracted by that first, an energised 'Thanks' given as he pulls his bowl closer to him. Tidus picks up his spoon, swirling the broth inside to eventually scoop up some.

"You're not used to it?" But nevertheless, Tidus is listening, lifting the spoon a few inches out from the bowl. "I went from that to... nothing! Now we're on a crazy train?" He shrugs. "I like running hot water whenever you want it."