Tidus grins, mostly to himself. “Sounds like the best plan you can have,” he submits, sparing a glance to the dance floor, to the noise and music blending together as one. You wouldn't think all the talks about murder and danger are true with a sight like this. ...maybe not until one of the ice sculptures catches your eye, anyway.

“I guess I’m hoping I make the most of it.”

He shouldn't overthink it, really.