"You're so cold!" Inigo whines, though his particular way of expressing it right now seems more like exaggerated dramatics rather than him genuinely being upset about what Tidus is saying. It still feels like a miracle that the other is actually willing to talk normally with him again like this, so it's not like Inigo is going to push his luck further into something he knows isn't easy or normal for Tidus to begin with. Like cuddling. "No way you went over to all that snow, you fit right in there!"

After letting out a slight huff, he tears another chunk of meat off the skewer, chewing it. At least it tastes good - or maybe that's just since Inigo hasn't exactly had the most healthy eating pattern the past few days. Hunger makes anything taste good.

"I doubt you'd find any special flowers here though."