"You won't have a lot of competition there," Tidus chuckles, shaking his head. He puts the bowl down, picking back up his drink. "I didn't go that often. It's not really my thing, you know? I saw the bad side of it often when I was young - not to be a downer." And he even shakes his head, puts up a hand just in case.

"It was a long time ago. Plus, we had more to do than drink in Zanarkand. I..."

He pauses, and if talking about his father's alcoholism didn't do it--Zanarkand does. His gaze lowering, the energy slipping some. For a few seconds, before Tidus tugs the smile back onto his face. Doesn't quite meet Inigo's eye.

"...I wish I could show you it. Or a place like it."

Somewhere real. Somewhere fun.

Somewhere that existed.