"And pass up seeing you in the slammer for your crimes?" He's taking the bowl as he says it, not worried about the wraps - all they need is the heat and to be turned over now and then. "I'm doing this for the pancakes. Not you. Never ask me for chocolate again."

And with such a severe-toned statement given, Tidus walks over to where they've left the sugar, winging how much they'll need to safe the mix. But he has a vague idea of what pancakes usually take, isn't afraid to get some stuck in there and then whisk it together, rattling the sides of the bowl as he walks back over to the stove and Roland.

"Will'll thank me one day. I'm gonna get you a book on pancakes. Nothing but pancakes."

A pause.

"Well, and brownies too. And cookies."