"...I didn't know you felt so strongly about seeing me chained up behind bars, Tidus." Roland quips sarcastically, but allowing Tidus full reign on rectifying the recipe. It's all in his hands now - and goodness, was it right to add that much sugar to pancakes? Was that what Roland was missing all along? A heavy hand on sugary treats? For shame.

"Maybe baking might fare better with me. It's an exact science, right? Can't go wrong when you follow the steps and measure correctly." Which is where the spirit of cooking lacks, at least for him and all the little ad libs Tidus is so comfortable doing that Roland has forgotten about his own habit of taking down notes for later reading. Forgotten that as they began this whole thing, he was already itching to measure everything from the start.

"At least take back what you said about the chocolate." Roland stifles a chuckle, and turns his attention to the wraps while they switch places. Heated just right, so he transfers it out for another cold one. Motions for the dough - the focaccia - with a tilt of his chin. That one's ready, thereabouts? "I'm in such a sorry state of finances that I can't even afford the common candy treat at the store." Pity him. Woe is the broke president.