It's just as well that the dead air is filled with pleasantries which come naturally between friends, since Roland is so set on being overtly prepared that he abandons the exchanged whisk for whisk and busies himself cutting and juicing the lemons that come from the box set. If Tidus has a particular perception of how Roland is going about a seemingly simple task, then he's probably right on the money.

(...Come to think of it, he's glad this recipe came from earth. He's never, not once, seen a lemon in Evermore. Huh.)

"Not a bad idea." He replies lightly. The knife he holds drops carefully on the cutting board as he looks for another measuring cup. Measuring spoons too, since the salt has to be measured in teaspoon and not pinch. "I should have known you already got acquainted. Tani's quick to her hi's and hello's. Though she's even quicker in a fight, I'd say." And friendly - incredibly so - to the point where it draws admiration from the older man, just now happy to see her thrive regardless of circumstance.

That, and his worry has long been supplemented by the simple fact Tani is no damsel in distress, despite how they met in the wyvern's cave eons ago. Roland's smile grows from the fond memory recalled quicker than he can squeeze lemons enough for the required measurement. "First thing's first, though. Let's get this recipe perfect. Then we can send them out as good will gifts. Heh."

The additional ingredients are mixed into egg whites. He prepares himself for the onslaught of metal clanging against metal.