Of course. There's still plenty of blank pages for you to write on. Go wild. [ This honestly is a huge act of trust Roland is granting Tidus, but not so much that he's afraid of what he might accidentally see. This journal he's got here isn't the one he writes on for his dreams, nightmares, thoughts, feelings...But there are bits and pieces of who he is in every page. His logic, how he puts things together, conspiracies even. ]

[ Roland gets a whiff of that fresh bread too - was that Glorfindel's doing or someone else's? - and that hooks him good. He's never been a bread kind of guy back home, but Evermore's head chef baked a mean batch of bread every morning...He's a convert. He answers Tidus without even glancing back at him, eyes scanning the filling seats and lines across the dining car and kitchen. ] Swiss army knives, you mean? Yeah. They're small, but they've got multiple tools inside to help you for anything you might need. [ Roland looks to Tidus after planning out what he's going to have for breakfast. He's thorough okay. ] Should I help jog your memory, or...?