Look out, train. Tidus is burning the midnight oil for pancake flipping and you're not going to stop him.
"...?!"
Roland...actually chokes on his own spit at such a remark, a little to crass for what he expected. But then again, he realizes he may have brought this upon himself, so he coughs into his shoulder, leaning away from his work station. He clears his throat quickly, retaining as much composure as he is able without it looking like he's trying too hard.
"Hm." That frog in his throat better get the heck outta there. Roland kneads further into the focaccia dough. "You'd be surprised. I've gotten pretty good at collecting information throughout the years. How's that for being a bore?" Yes, word it exactly like that to reinforce the idea he's absolutely bookish. But it is as he mentioned to Evan too, way back then; if Roland really turned back the clock and came in both body and mind as he was at twenty, they wouldn't be having this conversation at all. Older Roland would never want to meet his younger self, and that's a fact.
He glimpses at the taste test and offers out a palm, never mind that his hands are already sticky with uncooked dough. He's being a rebel.
"I sure hope you're planning on sharing all this food with today's dinner crowd. Blue's going to thank us for doing half the work, heh. Maybe they can pay us in points."
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Look out, train. Tidus is burning the midnight oil for pancake flipping and you're not going to stop him."...?!"
Roland...actually chokes on his own spit at such a remark, a little to crass for what he expected. But then again, he realizes he may have brought this upon himself, so he coughs into his shoulder, leaning away from his work station. He clears his throat quickly, retaining as much composure as he is able without it looking like he's trying too hard.
"Hm." That frog in his throat better get the heck outta there. Roland kneads further into the focaccia dough. "You'd be surprised. I've gotten pretty good at collecting information throughout the years. How's that for being a bore?" Yes, word it exactly like that to reinforce the idea he's absolutely bookish. But it is as he mentioned to Evan too, way back then; if Roland really turned back the clock and came in both body and mind as he was at twenty, they wouldn't be having this conversation at all. Older Roland would never want to meet his younger self, and that's a fact.
He glimpses at the taste test and offers out a palm, never mind that his hands are already sticky with uncooked dough. He's being a rebel.
"I sure hope you're planning on sharing all this food with today's dinner crowd. Blue's going to thank us for doing half the work, heh. Maybe they can pay us in points."