(Roland offers him another clean spoon, with only a very light chiding of "Hey, don't use your fingers," though that has very little weight to it too. More important matters are being discussed; just that the habit is hard to break.)
Thankfully, Roland's owned a tablet too, so the technology might be similar in nature even if they're just named differently. Mobile innovations, communication. He nods, the closest Tidus might get to recognizing something from Roland's first world, and decides to busy himself again as he explains. The second batter of pancake hits the pan with a new ladle to the remaining butter, though the sizzle is more gentle now that the fire is low.
"Does a data-tablet have a camera function? Can it take videos and photos and save them in it for later viewing?" Which is where he was going with, really, not so much the texting and calling that other people might have assumed to be his point about bringing up the cellphone. The movement of making pancakes is a bit more fluid now, getting used to the routine. He places three dots in particular against the wet side again, forming another face. The previous spoon used to scoop out and dollop two circles against the top of the bigger circle - ears? Then the spoon molds the bottom half of the half-cooked pancake, as if creating a longer jaw. This he does, eyes focused on the pan, still as he speaks. Multitasking seems to come naturally to him, where it counts.
"...I remember I had my cellphone - or my data-tablet - with me when I first came to the second world. It was one of the first things I checked before things got crazy." A glance to the side, meeting Tidus's eye as his kitchen companion begins making pizza alongside him. The smell of the sauce is admittedly, a strangely complimenting aroma with the sweet pancake in his pan.
"If I'm not mistaken, I kept it in my Arms Band. But I need to think real hard to bring it out, if at all." If Tidus catches his drift; where Roland is going.
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Thankfully, Roland's owned a tablet too, so the technology might be similar in nature even if they're just named differently. Mobile innovations, communication. He nods, the closest Tidus might get to recognizing something from Roland's first world, and decides to busy himself again as he explains. The second batter of pancake hits the pan with a new ladle to the remaining butter, though the sizzle is more gentle now that the fire is low.
"Does a data-tablet have a camera function? Can it take videos and photos and save them in it for later viewing?" Which is where he was going with, really, not so much the texting and calling that other people might have assumed to be his point about bringing up the cellphone. The movement of making pancakes is a bit more fluid now, getting used to the routine. He places three dots in particular against the wet side again, forming another face. The previous spoon used to scoop out and dollop two circles against the top of the bigger circle - ears? Then the spoon molds the bottom half of the half-cooked pancake, as if creating a longer jaw. This he does, eyes focused on the pan, still as he speaks. Multitasking seems to come naturally to him, where it counts.
"...I remember I had my cellphone - or my data-tablet - with me when I first came to the second world. It was one of the first things I checked before things got crazy." A glance to the side, meeting Tidus's eye as his kitchen companion begins making pizza alongside him. The smell of the sauce is admittedly, a strangely complimenting aroma with the sweet pancake in his pan.
"If I'm not mistaken, I kept it in my Arms Band. But I need to think real hard to bring it out, if at all." If Tidus catches his drift; where Roland is going.