Roland is, quite frankly, unused to the sight of Tidus so busy, messy, yet organized at the same time. He knows he has energy to spare for it - in what is perhaps the natural state of an athlete at their prime - but the process in which he moves from one unfinished dish to the other is astoundingly confusing. And awe-inspiring? Roland can barely finish one dish without his absolute attention in command, yet here comes Tidus with about three to four dishes already in his mind's eye, with more yet to come.
He didn't think he would be accessing his multitasking hat for cooking, but what was life without the spice of surprise? Roland adjusts fairly quickly anyway, just making sounds of slight affirmation and understanding as he tries his utmost to create a system for both of their benefit. When Tidus talks, points to something, Roland moves and rearranges it right away so that ingredients that are either about to be used, or are already in the process of being baked or cooked, are in a certain order of ascending priority. The breads to rise and dough balls remaining for wraps are put in their own space, and he soon realizes he'll need to maximize the counter tops for more work yet.
We look like we're cooking for a party.
"Okay, focaccia. I've had that before. That's pretty fragrant." And a bit of a shock that Tidus knows about it? Then again, it's evident who's the expert here. He'll put both his hands on his hips as he looks over at the recipe on the book Tidus mentions; dipping sauce for the bread. Simple enough, almost like pizza sauce even. Tomatoes, basil, olive oil, garlic and balsamic vinegar. He's already on the move back to the stores, memorized enough of it to know what they don't have.
"Can we work with this dipping sauce if we're missing the balsamic vinegar?" He calls out from the adjacent room.
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He didn't think he would be accessing his multitasking hat for cooking, but what was life without the spice of surprise? Roland adjusts fairly quickly anyway, just making sounds of slight affirmation and understanding as he tries his utmost to create a system for both of their benefit. When Tidus talks, points to something, Roland moves and rearranges it right away so that ingredients that are either about to be used, or are already in the process of being baked or cooked, are in a certain order of ascending priority. The breads to rise and dough balls remaining for wraps are put in their own space, and he soon realizes he'll need to maximize the counter tops for more work yet.
We look like we're cooking for a party.
"Okay, focaccia. I've had that before. That's pretty fragrant." And a bit of a shock that Tidus knows about it? Then again, it's evident who's the expert here. He'll put both his hands on his hips as he looks over at the recipe on the book Tidus mentions; dipping sauce for the bread. Simple enough, almost like pizza sauce even. Tomatoes, basil, olive oil, garlic and balsamic vinegar. He's already on the move back to the stores, memorized enough of it to know what they don't have.
"Can we work with this dipping sauce if we're missing the balsamic vinegar?" He calls out from the adjacent room.