Roland returns with the said ingredients, and even the ones that Tidus instructs him to use as replacements for the sauce. Running low on lemons, so he just grabs a conservative amount; two pieces for now. Cooking wine was in the pantry by the rest of the spices, but fresh parsley was lacking. Roland takes the dried herb version of it instead, bottled up nicely and seems barely used. But by the time he returns, Tidus is already moving towards another dish entirely - Roland barely managing to sputter out, "Well now. Someone got...busy." - before each item in his arms is set where the head chef could easily see and assess.

But there are more instruments out now, a mixer, rolling pins. Roland crosses his arms and isn't quite sure what to make of this crazy kitchen under Tidus's command. Then, the idea of pancakes -

Strangely, something Roland isn't too keen on shooting down. He likes pancakes. For reasons that allow him a moment to smile just a tad bit fonder, moving back in place, elbow-to-elbow to try and shift through the ingredients for it that have already been laid out. He nudges him as Roland checks on the flour bag. Where in the world did that go? (Right. Two kinds of bread.)

"Your turn to make a supply run. Grab the vanilla extract. Bottom shelf. You can't make pancakes without it, trust me." Suddenly an expert? All in due time!