“How can you not know how to play Blitzball?” Tidus asked incredulously. He then turned on Wakka. “And how could you not teach him?”
“Hey, be nice, blondie.” Rikku scolded, jumping on the blitzball champ’s back.
“It was an honest question!” Tidus protested, hands pulling at the arms wrapped around his neck. “Besides, you don’t have any room to talk, Wheat-stalk.”
“Guys,” Yune sighed, “Can you please stop bickering?”
“Not until you answer the question!” Tidus replied, managing to drag the younger girl off his back and dumping her unceremoniously on the ground.
Yune gave a sheepish grin and shrugged. “Well, I’ve always wanted to learn, but Summoner training always came first.”
“Hm,” Tidus put a hand to his chin in mock thoughtfulness, “At least we won’t have to teach you to hold your breath. But, if you want to be on the team, we’re going to put you through the wringer!”