There's no time for talking, Tidus grabbing at the offered jug swiftly and chugging a good amount of the contents. It's a good pick for what's going on in his mouth, helps the food go down his throat easier than without.

He lets out a noisy sigh of relief, his life saved...! ...and a milky moustache gained, at least until Tidus wipes it away with the back of his forearm.

"Thanks." Eesh! He's holding back out the cup, if Lea actually wants it back. "Wow, you know, I'm okay with heat, but that? It's still a fire in my mouth!"

Even with the milky drink!