He likes the building amount of work, of future results. No reason for a break when they have space, options, more than one oven to work on than his tiny boathouse. When Roland isn't there, Tidus is eyeing what they have going on, takes out more cutlery and sets them where they won't be immediately in the way.

Easily, his fingers get itchy for the cookbook by the time Roland is calling--lucky thing, by the sounds of it.

"We got fresh parsley?" he calls back. "Get some and more lemons! Hey, what about cooking wine? We can make our own--think it's that and somethin' else."

It's a good distraction, stopping Tidus from slipping through the pages for a new potential recipe (you know, in case they want to). Grabbing a fresh frying pan and sticking it on a ring ready, then wetting some cloths to tidy down the side and to prepare the space for rolling. Pins out and ready, both of their dough balls for the wraps brought back forward too. It's been about ten or so minutes Tidus reasons, or will be about once and if they get done the dips. All they need to do for those is set them in the mixer, puree them down to a fine mess.

"Know what we can make? Pancakes!"

Just throwing that out there.