Oh, protein shakes? Tidus notes to himself to check those out, a fan of such drinks. Though, mainly the ones he can make himself in a blender, along with all the fruits he likes. But he'll take even pre-made supplement drinks, at least to take along for a workout.

For now though, pancakes. To Tidus's credit, he's listening to Roland, and it's with cooking that he's learnt some semblance of patience through mistake after mistake. ...but when it's another guy speaking out the recipes outloud, he can feel that desire to get a move on. All compliments being nudged aside by him sliding the yolk bowl over to himself and re-reading for the instructions Roland just read out.

"Yeah yeah, we've got this. Who needs notes?" Please. Tidus doesn't bother to grab the measuring spoons but goes straight for the bottles of baking powder and vanilla instead. At that amount, he just needs to splash in the vanilla, and take whatever random small teaspoon for the inch of white power needed to be thrown into the mix.

"Alright-" he says, as if preparing, but with a glance between the two whisks between them - one manual, one automatic, - a squint comes to Tidus's eyes.

"Heyyy- wait, shouldn't you be doing this one? How come you get the easy job?"

Really, Tidus doesn't mind - but that doesn't mean he can't complain like he's getting unfair treatment.