[ Tidus's young heart can take a claw a two, a patting of paws. Keeping the youngster occupied, though he becomes distracted with the suggestion. Hmm? ]

Is that how you make tea? [ ...well, if the leaves are dried, apparently. He huffs, a mirthful sound. ] I couldn't tell you. Is that in the book? Only times I mess with leaves is-

[ He makes a motion of sprinkling. ]

Adding some all diced up into a sauce or stuffing it into a sandwich! [ ...which he still does on the train, now and then. ]

What about you?