There's some kind of offence that Tidus knows to take at the mention of the mead being sweeter. Or that Tidus needs a sweeter drink, and he's frowning, closer to a pout, as he puts down the wine.

"It's not the taste that's the problem - I mean, red wines always have that weird bitter...--sharp taste! You know? I always forget it."

He just doesn't drink enough to remember anything!

But he'll pick up the mead regardless, even though there's a part of him that suddenly doesn't to like it, 'cause what would that say about him? Except that's dumb, it's stupid, so he brings it to his lips, takes in a sip. And...

"Wow." Double wow. His brow pulls in, puzzled for a sec. "That is sweet. Is that - honey?"

Really?