Roland exclaims after a minute of noise, lowering the hand mixer revealing a creamy dollop of whipped cream turned meringue. It's not bad if the texture is of any indication, but he's not done yet. He moves slow, careful, as if his hands carry gold ready to drop at any second. His sleeves and his elbow partly touch the upright hand mixer with the meringue puffs coming off of its beater, but Roland ignores the mess in favor of grabbing another clean teaspoon to dip into granulated sugar; or the conversation that flows freely from their banter.
Gah. I'll change aprons in a bit. Can't cook if I don't look clean enough for the part.
While he moves about deliberately across the counter space, he glances upon Tidus's own mixing bowl too. So far so good, for however the instructions needed the egg yolks to look coagulated and thick.
"Evan and I were traveling first." He forgets if he ever told Tidus about the despot who overthrew the Tildrum line. Now, he's not sure if it's even completely relevant. "We were on our way to find him a kingmaker. They're kind of like Yuna's aeons, though in that world, they served as proof that someone could rule over a nation. Tani and his dad led a community of sky pirates by the canyons we needed to cross over, and short of almost throwing us off a cliff for trespassing, we ended up saving her from wyverns who kidnapped her for ransom."
A beat passes. That was a lot, wasn't it. His smile is wide, though. Roland likes recalling his life then. It didn't seem real at the time, with part of him still convinced he had died and was living out a dream from the afterlife. The reminiscing comes easy now that the dust of his adventure has settled nicely in his memory. "I guess that means we made friends with her at around the same time. Both of them joined our party on the way to the Cradle of Light, where Evan eventually earned himself a kingmaker."
He sets his egg white bowl down closer to Tidus, nodding at gesture to the granulated sugar with the teaspoon sticking out of its mound.
"I'll beat the egg whites slower this time. Add five teaspoons little by little until we get stiff peaks." He squints at the riven. "At least, that's the idea of it. Ready?"
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Roland exclaims after a minute of noise, lowering the hand mixer revealing a creamy dollop of whipped cream turned meringue. It's not bad if the texture is of any indication, but he's not done yet. He moves slow, careful, as if his hands carry gold ready to drop at any second. His sleeves and his elbow partly touch the upright hand mixer with the meringue puffs coming off of its beater, but Roland ignores the mess in favor of grabbing another clean teaspoon to dip into granulated sugar; or the conversation that flows freely from their banter.
Gah. I'll change aprons in a bit. Can't cook if I don't look clean enough for the part.
While he moves about deliberately across the counter space, he glances upon Tidus's own mixing bowl too. So far so good, for however the instructions needed the egg yolks to look coagulated and thick.
"Evan and I were traveling first." He forgets if he ever told Tidus about the despot who overthrew the Tildrum line. Now, he's not sure if it's even completely relevant. "We were on our way to find him a kingmaker. They're kind of like Yuna's aeons, though in that world, they served as proof that someone could rule over a nation. Tani and his dad led a community of sky pirates by the canyons we needed to cross over, and short of almost throwing us off a cliff for trespassing, we ended up saving her from wyverns who kidnapped her for ransom."
A beat passes. That was a lot, wasn't it. His smile is wide, though. Roland likes recalling his life then. It didn't seem real at the time, with part of him still convinced he had died and was living out a dream from the afterlife. The reminiscing comes easy now that the dust of his adventure has settled nicely in his memory. "I guess that means we made friends with her at around the same time. Both of them joined our party on the way to the Cradle of Light, where Evan eventually earned himself a kingmaker."
He sets his egg white bowl down closer to Tidus, nodding at gesture to the granulated sugar with the teaspoon sticking out of its mound.
"I'll beat the egg whites slower this time. Add five teaspoons little by little until we get stiff peaks." He squints at the riven. "At least, that's the idea of it. Ready?"