"Ugh," ugggghhh, "don't make me regret this!" Tidus huffs indignantly, the whininess ringing loud and clear in the far quieter hall of the sports carriage. "Someone was calling me a fixer or whatever earlier. Like I'm so fussy do-gooder!"

Okay, so he might be a do-gooder, but he's not that kind of one! And he feels more like a dork now with this tray in his hands, but here he is walking to the door linking between carriages with it anyway. What is he supposed to do, drop it and leave it?!

"I'm just doing it because we're going this way anyway. And it stops the real fretters from getting up and doing it."

They know who they are!!