"If ruining spices is the only thing it'll take for the train to talk, then I should have started cooking on my own a long time ago. Heh."
He chuckles at the joke, but Roland is more focused on every move Tidus makes with the pan, the fork, the spices flying across the medley of other ingredients. It's almost poetic in its flurry of activity, because no matter how fast Roland complies with handing over the utensils or the ingredients missing, Tidus meets it perfectly where it needs to be. When the cue is given, he follows well-timed and easy. It can get mesmerizing, but thankfully Roland is the type to listen well when he's obviously being taught by example. Nodding when he makes a display of the eggs and rice, then watching how Tidus measures out the spices. More of the former than the latter, the tomato sauce deposited around instead of clumps in the center. Small things that seemed to make all the difference. He's itching to take out his notebook to write it down, but knows it's not the place for it, as it wasn't the place for it then at the gym, training new moves.
He nods again about the spoons, which he reaches for easily. Two clean ones, handed to Tidus. "Ah. Black pepper, I think. Maybe just a pinch of salt. The meat will give off that saltiness to it, right?" Too afraid to go overboard, but he hands both to Tidus anyway, trusting his intuition behind the stove. Waits for him to taste it first before he dips his own spoon into the rice.
As he blows to cool it, he'll throw in the question that he's been dying to ask. "Who taught you how to cook like this, Tidus? This is really impressive."
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He chuckles at the joke, but Roland is more focused on every move Tidus makes with the pan, the fork, the spices flying across the medley of other ingredients. It's almost poetic in its flurry of activity, because no matter how fast Roland complies with handing over the utensils or the ingredients missing, Tidus meets it perfectly where it needs to be. When the cue is given, he follows well-timed and easy. It can get mesmerizing, but thankfully Roland is the type to listen well when he's obviously being taught by example. Nodding when he makes a display of the eggs and rice, then watching how Tidus measures out the spices. More of the former than the latter, the tomato sauce deposited around instead of clumps in the center. Small things that seemed to make all the difference. He's itching to take out his notebook to write it down, but knows it's not the place for it, as it wasn't the place for it then at the gym, training new moves.
He nods again about the spoons, which he reaches for easily. Two clean ones, handed to Tidus. "Ah. Black pepper, I think. Maybe just a pinch of salt. The meat will give off that saltiness to it, right?" Too afraid to go overboard, but he hands both to Tidus anyway, trusting his intuition behind the stove. Waits for him to taste it first before he dips his own spoon into the rice.
As he blows to cool it, he'll throw in the question that he's been dying to ask. "Who taught you how to cook like this, Tidus? This is really impressive."