At the light reprimand, he shakes himself out of the stupor and falls back into the routine of pancake making: flipping it so the other side gets an equal amount of cook, despite the melted chocolate. Thankfully, it hasn't burned yet, though the golden brown turns into a deeper shade thanks to the additional sweets. The lowered heat keeps the pan at a careful temperature as his thinking resumes. What he looked like before...

Roland is silent for the most part, though his eyes don't leave Tidus's pizza-wrap-hybrid making station. Hands him some clean spoons, salt and pepper jars too in case he needs those to season the sauce, or whatever he'll be placing on the wraps. Checks on the dough balls too, still resting there and rising quite well thanks to the residual heat of the overall work area. Roland still hasn't spoken, more hums and nods than words coming out of him.

But when the pancake finishes, set on a plate and looking much like an animal with a face, though distorted from the first attempt, he finally speaks. Pancake plate to the side for now as one hand leans against the edge of the counter, hips to a slant while he faces Tidus.

"I think I can show you what I used to look like. But I'm not sure about it yet." A helpful offering. "It's been forever since I last held it." A vague offering? Roland turns his head and absent-mindedly twirls the plate clockwise, busying himself.

"Did Zanarkand have cellphones? Do you know what those are?"