He leans forward a bit, reading off the page with a finger under his chin. "Alright. Got it. Measuring, I can do." The understatement of the century, apart from his president jokes. Roland will move in tandem with Tidus, grabbing what's handed to him and pulling measuring cups to their proximity. He'll start with conservative portions for a small batch first, transferring wet and dry ingredients where they're instructed on the recipe book to new mixing bowls. Warm water in a thermos already sitting behind them, which he grabs and pours out too in perfect ratio.

The work serves a good backdrop for conversation, he thinks.

"My king. The king of Evermore, yes. With the long name, heh." He answers while placing the warm water next to their work station, getting ready to knead. He seems to be doing that a lot these days, between Senku's ramen noodles and now, this. Not that he minds. "And my country in the first world is the United States of Aremica. You can just call it USA for short." Has the salt been put into the spoons? Or was it just by pinch? "I mentioned Evan because his favorite thing to eat is fish too. But uh, that's because he's half-grimalkin." A beat. "Half-cat, for us."

N-not that Evan can like fish just because!