"Self-taught? That's...pretty amazing. If you ever wanted to go pro with this too, I can see it happening." He won't hide that admiration, because anything that takes this much skill and dedication but coming from the fruits of your own hard labor will always earn Roland's approval. He could have picked any other hobby to entertain himself between matches, but he chose this. Something about how simple it is resonates well with him. Roland nods at that, takes a bite out of the cooled rice and hums pleasantly. "Good. Really good. That's way better than all of my attempts combined."

Guess the secret was in the spice! Or in Tidus's masterful handling of them, really. He goes in for a second scoop, eats it right away. Saltiness just right. Roland will have to rely on his memory for this one, no opportunity in the moment to write it down on paper.

"So you lived on a boat, huh? What was it like? What kind of dishes did you cook?" A quick change into something Tidus is more familiar with, a small hint of passion for kitchen arts a piece of information Roland never thought he'd learn from the athlete. He puts away his spoon as he talks and starts cleaning up where he can, though he knows the work here might not be over just yet. "Maybe we can recreate some here. Leave it out for others to try. I'm willing to play sous chef, if you're patient enough."