...That's definitely not bad at all. He makes a slight face of surprise, as if he had doubts about the mix, but the meat's never tasted this way and he's been experimenting for days. Maybe a whole week, now.

"Not bad at all. Nice touch on that smoky spice. It's good. The red scared me a little, but I can get behind it. Poor meat choice aside." Roland takes a few more pieces of the fried meat in his mouth and chews while the fork lays to rest by a paper towel laid out for whatever purpose they so choose. Then, he turns over to the rest of the spices, a particularly yellow one catching his eye -

- but then he stops, as if remembering something. Turning to Tidus with a quirk of his brow. "Hold on. How much spice did you add? You didn't tell me the measurements." He abandons the task of the spices and reaches over for the measuring spoons, holding them close to his eye in inspection. "I think the paprika was equivalent to what, one and a half teaspoons?"