It's a light and fun white noise to their activity, Roland recounting past presidents, but for their sweet tooths than anything more in-depth than that. A chuckle received for the guy with his jellybeans, and never did he question the leader of a nation would be serious about them. Why else? The shells of the eggs are dropped back into their casing they came in, shells stacked on one another for easy disposal later.

But he could see Roland having these pancakes and remembering about them - for a son back in hospital, the Sunday treats of the Crane secret recipe that was never quite perfected. A possibility he won't call Roland out on, or not just yet; as they have the present with them right now.

The present that requires mixer, and a question of his own past. A grimace that isn't quite tight, but more thoughtful.

"Yeah, there's one around." Thankfully. And Tidus starts to wander the kitchen to find the drawer it's been thrown into, speaking loudly as he does. "I think I made one? Or I watched a show - it's just egg whites, right? You just mix 'em until you get fluff!"

Actually, that's what he's made before, isn't it? Not exactly meringue, but he recalls as he opens up a drawer to a jingle of the steels and metals inside, a small 'aha' as he spots the hand equipment.

"You got anything like protein powder where you're from? You can turn that into a fluff too - makes for a fun dessert with a pile of fruits. It's super easy to make too - I bet Inigo would eat it up in spades."

He's walking back with the mixer in hand, plug socket swaying slightly in his walk. Leans over to plug it in once he's at their table, holding the instrument between them.

"You want the honours?"

He should encourage it, probably.