If Tidus thought about it, he might have asked Roland -- despite him doing it anyway -- to be cautious about how much chocolate he used. But then, unbeknownst to the president was the amount that Tidus had anyway, of different flavours and varieties. So, again: no biggy, really. He and Inigo did a lot of shopping back on Irivar.

But the sight of Roland at working is certainly something. Standing by the stove, set in an apron and looking content. The Crane family recipe calls it, and it makes Tidus's mind want to conjure up a different kind of view.

"So presidents have time to be in the kitchen back home, huh? Just put you in a button up shirt and roll your sleeves, grey that hair, and I can see it." The humour spreads the ends of his mouth into its grin. Yeah, that's a way more likely view, isn't it? "I wonder what you look like at your normal age of eighty..."

Was that the number they last went with, him and Inigo? Ah. Wait.

"...eighty two?"