He waits where he is, fork put down once he's ready, the jug too with the eggs as he angles the handle of the pan where he wants it. Grabs the oil as he begins to speak, splashing some in to replace what was swept up in the meat pieces.
"Alright, so, easy fried rice recipe. Eggs first if you want them--you don't need to use milk, that's up to you. But here we go-"
He tips them in, and instantly the kitchen fills with the noise, drowned out for a moment by the liquid, but coming through as the mix is quick to solidify, and Tidus starts to beat it around.
"You just want a bit of oil for the eggs, cook them off some way -- like this. Doesn't take too long, not when you're cooking with oil. Then, you want the rice. Pass it?"
He holds out a hand for the container, but needs to use the fork that beat the eggs to tip in the amount he wants. "You want those flavours too?" he asks, to the turmeric, ginger powder? Thinks he knows the flavours by the colouring, but that's secondary. First is the tomato sauce poured around the edge of the rice, a habit, before he'll grab for the measuring spoons Roland was fiddling with before. Come on, hand them over--he'll use the smaller ones to dump some amounts of the seasonings. Less the ginger, more the turmeric.
"Don't spoon out your spices over the heat," he warns. "You'll ruin them. Don't wanna make the train angry, right?"
And with that said, Tidus starts to mix everything in on itself, sweeping in the food and then breaking it apart, folding it over, flavourings with it; a process automatic, done in confident motions. The rice colours with the tomato, lightening by the bold yellow present. Tidus realises he should have added maybe another egg, or cooked off more meat first, but he adds the latter back in anyway, just to mix it together. Letting the rice sit for a few seconds before mangling it some more, to give it some crisp.
"Wanna get a spoon for a taste test. See if you want any more sauce or spice in there. Salt?" Tidus turns down the heat some just in case. The spring onions not forgotten, but that can wait for later. Always added last, on the dying remains of the heat.
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"Alright, so, easy fried rice recipe. Eggs first if you want them--you don't need to use milk, that's up to you. But here we go-"
He tips them in, and instantly the kitchen fills with the noise, drowned out for a moment by the liquid, but coming through as the mix is quick to solidify, and Tidus starts to beat it around.
"You just want a bit of oil for the eggs, cook them off some way -- like this. Doesn't take too long, not when you're cooking with oil. Then, you want the rice. Pass it?"
He holds out a hand for the container, but needs to use the fork that beat the eggs to tip in the amount he wants. "You want those flavours too?" he asks, to the turmeric, ginger powder? Thinks he knows the flavours by the colouring, but that's secondary. First is the tomato sauce poured around the edge of the rice, a habit, before he'll grab for the measuring spoons Roland was fiddling with before. Come on, hand them over--he'll use the smaller ones to dump some amounts of the seasonings. Less the ginger, more the turmeric.
"Don't spoon out your spices over the heat," he warns. "You'll ruin them. Don't wanna make the train angry, right?"
And with that said, Tidus starts to mix everything in on itself, sweeping in the food and then breaking it apart, folding it over, flavourings with it; a process automatic, done in confident motions. The rice colours with the tomato, lightening by the bold yellow present. Tidus realises he should have added maybe another egg, or cooked off more meat first, but he adds the latter back in anyway, just to mix it together. Letting the rice sit for a few seconds before mangling it some more, to give it some crisp.
"Wanna get a spoon for a taste test. See if you want any more sauce or spice in there. Salt?" Tidus turns down the heat some just in case. The spring onions not forgotten, but that can wait for later. Always added last, on the dying remains of the heat.