Indeed, the young jock was fairly nervous. He never met a girl's parent before, but if the stories his old jock-friends told him were true, girls' fathers were scary. Well, maybe that was only the case in dream Zanarkand. Maybe fathers were cool dudes in Spira, unlike his own old man. He still found it a bit difficult to believe that Jecht was here, too, but hopefully her could dodge any question about his father. He and Braska were friends, after all.

... come to think of it, he had no bloody idea how Braska looked.

Well, Spirans wore a very particular kind of clothing, right? Tidus vaguely remembered seeing Braska's image on record spheres in the past, but it was still vague to him. Oh, wait, there was a big hat. No way could he miss that.

Slowing down to a walk, Tidus sheepishly smiled as he rubbed the back of his head. "Um... Sir Braska?"