Tidus's hum is sing-song, an alright in the noise. He scoops a half a handful of the plain flour and sprinkles his workspace with it. Slicing the dough into the amounts written down, then beginning - once rubbing his dusted hand over the pin - to roll it out. Turning, shifting; the first few rolls always a pain, but the dough begins to comply with his efforts.

He watches Roland less than he keeps his ears open for him, but he does take some looks over to see what he's doing. Not exactly keeping an eye on him than just curious, snippets to take his attention as the once small ball smooths out into a nice flat disk.

It's with his own arms getting a workout with the wrap that Roland speaks up, and Tidus lifts his head. Chocolate?

"What'cha want?" A look at his hands, he sees there's nothing on them, and so doesn't mind stepping back to hold out a hand. Gold glitter welcomes a thin bag appearing from nowhere into his grip, made rectangular and bulky from whatever's inside. Tidus lifts it once. "Try this?"

Inside, once unveiled, are rather decent sizes of milk chocolate slabs, multiples on one another. ....just hanging around inside Tidus's arms band. No big deal.