Roland shoots Tidus a strange look, eyebrow quirked up as the phone is held up for him to study himself. "Yeah...Wait, what do they look like in your place? Is it a lot different than what I was expecting?" Not really too aware that Zanarkand was in fact, much more advanced in technology than Earth was despite being thousands of years - worlds, even - apart. Still, there's some recognition there so it's not a complete loss in translation.
He'll glance at the pizzas being assembled as his fingers find the indent in the side of the phone. A hard press to the button, a futile effort really, but it's something he wants to see for himself. He does this all the while watching more meat being cut, peppers and mushrooms being put on top of the meals. Roland's itching to ask who they're making it for, are they leaving it out for the train, but honestly he wanted pancakes for sentimental reasons. Who was he to judge? "Ever heard of pineapples on pizza?" Roland adds to the lull in the conversation, seeing as how many toppings were coming onto the board. He'll give up trying to understand the ebb and flow of this cooking session - not really caring anyhow. The company, the skill demonstration; it makes him happy to be a part of it.
The phone in his hand remains unlit and defunct. He shrugs and pockets it out of habit. "It's out of juice, so I'll charge it one of these days and show you. I'm pretty sure the pictures I kept here are still intact." And with that, the matter is sort of settled, Roland's conflicting feelings about finding what can be considered a relic at this point buried back beneath the activity, the hustle and bustle of making more food together. He won't return to the pancake station right away, assessing what he's made with a keen eye.
Eventually, Roland will clear his throat and show Tidus both pieces from the plate, like an exhibition. One was more well put together than the other, but overall, seemed amateurish at best.
"You said the Ronso are kind of like cats too, right? Any resemblance here?" Ah. Good attempts, though he may have given each too many emphasized feline features. And the fact that he's got nothing but his imagination to guide the pancake art...Yet Roland is compelled to try anyway. They can maybe taste it after the judging.
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He'll glance at the pizzas being assembled as his fingers find the indent in the side of the phone. A hard press to the button, a futile effort really, but it's something he wants to see for himself. He does this all the while watching more meat being cut, peppers and mushrooms being put on top of the meals. Roland's itching to ask who they're making it for, are they leaving it out for the train, but honestly he wanted pancakes for sentimental reasons. Who was he to judge? "Ever heard of pineapples on pizza?" Roland adds to the lull in the conversation, seeing as how many toppings were coming onto the board. He'll give up trying to understand the ebb and flow of this cooking session - not really caring anyhow. The company, the skill demonstration; it makes him happy to be a part of it.
The phone in his hand remains unlit and defunct. He shrugs and pockets it out of habit. "It's out of juice, so I'll charge it one of these days and show you. I'm pretty sure the pictures I kept here are still intact." And with that, the matter is sort of settled, Roland's conflicting feelings about finding what can be considered a relic at this point buried back beneath the activity, the hustle and bustle of making more food together. He won't return to the pancake station right away, assessing what he's made with a keen eye.
Eventually, Roland will clear his throat and show Tidus both pieces from the plate, like an exhibition. One was more well put together than the other, but overall, seemed amateurish at best.
"You said the Ronso are kind of like cats too, right? Any resemblance here?" Ah. Good attempts, though he may have given each too many emphasized feline features. And the fact that he's got nothing but his imagination to guide the pancake art...Yet Roland is compelled to try anyway. They can maybe taste it after the judging.