"Not an expert. Let's just say I've got some tricks up my sleeve."
Plus, he's not so ready to take on the mantle of chef just yet! What's one simple little dish like this compared to all the rest cooking before him; out of his reach until Tidus directed him how to do it? A marvel, indeed. For now, Roland takes a second pan, a little smaller than the first. Space to make more than one pancake though, and that should be enough. He also grabs spoons and a ladle, setting those aside for later.
"You and I can split the task. Let me handle the pancake mix."
Roland nods in thanks and begins to prep the bowls as soon as the extract is acquired. The recipe itself, for once, is ingrained in his brain. Routinely, albeit slow as if double-checking if his memory is still correct, Roland starts with measuring the dry ingredients first: flour, a little salt, a little baking powder, some sugar. Then he shakes his head as he does each measurement task with practiced ease.
"The fun part is in mixing it by yourself! Besides, pancake mix isn't doughy like bread. Anyway, this is a great way to get some exercise in, too." He jokes, pushing the dry mix aside for now and focusing on the wet ones. Eggs to be cracked into the mound of white, milk, then Roland starts looking around for butter. In the meantime, if Tidus is on wrap duty - pizza wrap duty! - or puree for the focaccia bread, Roland will mimic his energy and starts to looking around for...more ingredients? He has the bowl against his chest, one hand holding a spatula. Turns back to the younger with an almost uncharacteristic hesitation.
"Err, you don't happen to have any candy or chocolate in your Arms Band, do you?"
no subject
Plus, he's not so ready to take on the mantle of chef just yet! What's one simple little dish like this compared to all the rest cooking before him; out of his reach until Tidus directed him how to do it? A marvel, indeed. For now, Roland takes a second pan, a little smaller than the first. Space to make more than one pancake though, and that should be enough. He also grabs spoons and a ladle, setting those aside for later.
"You and I can split the task. Let me handle the pancake mix."
Roland nods in thanks and begins to prep the bowls as soon as the extract is acquired. The recipe itself, for once, is ingrained in his brain. Routinely, albeit slow as if double-checking if his memory is still correct, Roland starts with measuring the dry ingredients first: flour, a little salt, a little baking powder, some sugar. Then he shakes his head as he does each measurement task with practiced ease.
"The fun part is in mixing it by yourself! Besides, pancake mix isn't doughy like bread. Anyway, this is a great way to get some exercise in, too." He jokes, pushing the dry mix aside for now and focusing on the wet ones. Eggs to be cracked into the mound of white, milk, then Roland starts looking around for butter. In the meantime, if Tidus is on wrap duty - pizza wrap duty! - or puree for the focaccia bread, Roland will mimic his energy and starts to looking around for...more ingredients? He has the bowl against his chest, one hand holding a spatula. Turns back to the younger with an almost uncharacteristic hesitation.
"Err, you don't happen to have any candy or chocolate in your Arms Band, do you?"