He's rolling out the wraps here to ready, what is he supposed to do!

But it's interesting to Tidus, to hear Roland speak about himself. He's not been entirely a shut book to him - it's just that sometimes, they haven't thought to share about each other. Not certain details about their lives. And what was life like for a man with a family, busy with running a country but also having a son?

And what was that son like, that Tidus barely knew? Just a message in a sea floated off to find its destination to a boy a guy-- did Roland ever tell him his son's age? Tidus collects each of the readied wraps onto a plate, hoping that they won't be a pain to separate once it's their time. Edges somewhat trimmed and made more circular, their remnants made into a smaller, goofier wrap.

Or rather, saved for one of their pizza-wrap attempts. Another of the bases too, the leftover tomato sauce opened spooned out.

... ... but Roland sure is thinking hard about something over there, isn't he.

"Hey, don't forget the pancake. No napping on the job!"

Voidtrecker to Roland over there.