Why did Roland know that request would somehow follow-through? Nevertheless, he says his thanks to Tidus before he wipes his hands on his apron, picking out a couple of the brown slabs from the bag. He'll turn back to the chopping board, setting the chocolate squares down and smashing them gently with a firm palm against the surface. They break into tiny pieces, though he leaves a couple more that are bigger than the rest.
In two batches, he adds the smaller, almost shaving like chocolate into the wet mixture, alongside a couple of well-measured drops of vanilla extract. Both wet and dry ingredients are finally combined, and thanks to the color of the chocolate, what should have been pale and cream-colored has now turned a bit darker. Though Roland does look pleased. Meanwhile, the other half of chocolate, bigger pieces, are set aside. Butter is placed in the slowly heating second pan as he glances from time to time at Tidus's own workstation.
He'll speak as soon as he notices Tidus's curious gaze at his ask for chocolate in the pancake mix, if at all. He shrugs and casts as an odd look at the whole set-up, as if in a slight daze.
"Just checking to see if I can still remember how to do this." Roland swirls the butter around the pan with one hand, his other resting against his hip. By all means, it almost looks domestic.
"Let me add the Crane family recipe for pancakes to your little spread here. Thought it might be nice." Which is to say, one of the very few things Roland can cook by memory.
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In two batches, he adds the smaller, almost shaving like chocolate into the wet mixture, alongside a couple of well-measured drops of vanilla extract. Both wet and dry ingredients are finally combined, and thanks to the color of the chocolate, what should have been pale and cream-colored has now turned a bit darker. Though Roland does look pleased. Meanwhile, the other half of chocolate, bigger pieces, are set aside. Butter is placed in the slowly heating second pan as he glances from time to time at Tidus's own workstation.
He'll speak as soon as he notices Tidus's curious gaze at his ask for chocolate in the pancake mix, if at all. He shrugs and casts as an odd look at the whole set-up, as if in a slight daze.
"Just checking to see if I can still remember how to do this." Roland swirls the butter around the pan with one hand, his other resting against his hip. By all means, it almost looks domestic.
"Let me add the Crane family recipe for pancakes to your little spread here. Thought it might be nice." Which is to say, one of the very few things Roland can cook by memory.