"Yeah, we have those. Though that's the first time I've ever heard of protein fluff...But that reminds me. I bought a whole crate of protein shakes. You're free to take them from the Stores." He leaves out the part where he used to down those like water on days when he couldn't be bothered to sit down and eat a proper meal, and that his favorite flavor might be a toss up between vanilla and mocha. For now his sights are set on the appliance, a countenance too serious for a task so simple yet so characteristically Roland.
He nods and takes it by the handle, grip firm. "Might as well. All right. The next step might be better with the both of us on duty." He displays some level of coordination, where half of him is focused on making sure the beaters and dough hooks were the right size for the bowl of egg whites; his other hand gestures to the sugar in two big bags still unopened. One is labeled 'Confectionary,' the other 'Granulated White.'
"According to the recipe, you'll need to mix the white sugar, the vanilla, and the baking powder to the yolks. Use the manual whisk. I'll beat the whites with the mixer, then when you're done, add in milk and flour." Roland leans close to the riven, then adds- "It's one tablespoon each of the first three, then six tablespoons of the flour and 1/4 cup of milk."
He wants to make a joke, and maybe this is a good opportunity to do so before he prays to whoever is listening up above that he doesn't mess up his own role. Something as easy as whipping egg whites..
"Wanna take down notes? Then again, you are pretty good at this. I gotta keep up with you and make this work. Remember. Jiggly. Let's do this." Roland's smile is easy-going, each of Tidus's own designated bottles handed to him with a nudge. Tidus's enthusiasm and calm in the kitchen does inspire to a degree, and he won't pretend it doesn't.
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He nods and takes it by the handle, grip firm. "Might as well. All right. The next step might be better with the both of us on duty." He displays some level of coordination, where half of him is focused on making sure the beaters and dough hooks were the right size for the bowl of egg whites; his other hand gestures to the sugar in two big bags still unopened. One is labeled 'Confectionary,' the other 'Granulated White.'
"According to the recipe, you'll need to mix the white sugar, the vanilla, and the baking powder to the yolks. Use the manual whisk. I'll beat the whites with the mixer, then when you're done, add in milk and flour." Roland leans close to the riven, then adds- "It's one tablespoon each of the first three, then six tablespoons of the flour and 1/4 cup of milk."
He wants to make a joke, and maybe this is a good opportunity to do so before he prays to whoever is listening up above that he doesn't mess up his own role. Something as easy as whipping egg whites..
"Wanna take down notes? Then again, you are pretty good at this. I gotta keep up with you and make this work. Remember. Jiggly. Let's do this." Roland's smile is easy-going, each of Tidus's own designated bottles handed to him with a nudge. Tidus's enthusiasm and calm in the kitchen does inspire to a degree, and he won't pretend it doesn't.