What did winter meant to a city that didn't care about it? The seasons that mattered were the blitzball seasons - those dictated the times of years, what everyone lived around. What Tidus did, anyway; and how different was his life from anyone else in Zanarkand, except he was the entertainer that made sure those seasons played?

... ugh, Zanarkand was never fun to think about from its new lens. He stops rocking so much, thinking about Ryo's suggestion with barely a glance out at the others around, and shakes his head.

"Nah. I can put up with it," he decides. Not really in the spirit of bugging other people, and maybe his complaining mood easing some. Whether that's him warming up, or else. "You uh, looking for someone to sit and watch the sun with? Who're you close with?"