[He nods, and tilts his head to the side slightly. Okay, that's fair - it's probably the reason he can get poma bread and Lia's hot chocolate without knowing exactly what goes into either.]

[And then Tidus admits that he has the same problem as the rest of them, and that smile is back. He's not perfect, and neither is Tidus, and neither is anyone else on this train - they're all creatures of habit, and changing habits is hard, but they're still doing their best. Being corrected feels terrible (and it's even worse in tandem with his anxiety), but Tidus can correct him without making him feel small. He can't help but feel grateful for that.]

I know. And...I honestly don't know if it would work on a god, but I don't want to try it - if it doesn't, then trying to connect could kill us both. I don't want to risk it if there are other options available.

[And given the contents of the table and the suitcase, there are definitely other options available.]