"It's not what's cute. It's something else."

Tidus wasn't sure if he really understood what the riddle meant--this wasn't Spira's Cloister of Trials--but if anything, he was comfortable with going with what seemed right and hoping for the best.

In this case, hoping no one got hurt.

He shook his head, and let his hand hover over each gem.

"I think we take the one that we think represents us."

No use in hesitating now. He snatched the yellow one, looking around for some sort of trap.