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He reaches for the dough ball anyway, just so it's closer to them now. The texture ultimately changed, now softer and more airy, done with its first rise. Not that Roland would know if took more than one rise to get bread to a perfect consistency when baked, but for now it's there and Tidus has easy access to his focaccia in the making.

This would also be quite the perfect time to scoff at Tidus's similar antics, but he's not the type to go that far. Instead, Roland just replies with a tinge of amusement, a loud breath exhaled. "Did you just threaten to ground me?" Who's the old man, now??? "Funny."

Roland's words aren't as sarcastic as they were intended to be though, because when he has that window, he stares at the first attempt to do a flip. Then the second, if it comes right after. Tidus isn't quite doing it like the cartoons, pancakes flipped into half-crescents instead.

"...That's cheating, by the way." He remarks. Can't straighten them out like that, dude! Do it right!!

Someone is being more impatient than Tidus with that dough!! But it'll be good there, once Tidus finishes fiddling with this pancake and Roland's unwelcomed remarks, a small pah at the criticism.

"What? I need to straighten it before I try again! It's not as easy as it looks on media, you know. I cook with rice and noodles!"

Listen as one excuse after another comes out. But now Tidus is really going to try for it -- removing the pan from the heat and backing up, shuffling the pancake around in the pan as it is, posed and building up to his great flip. He's gonna do it! He's got it! "One, two....!!"

And--!

FLIPNooooo it's hanging off the side, rattle it back in, get in the pan, pancake!!! Ugh, there's a tear now!

"Eerrghh I'm just outta practice! This is good for a warm up!"

Please let him keep his pride Roland.

Roland has precisely the comeback for this, his expression steady but his eyes gleaming with amusement. In fact, he pulls a pretty good straight-laced look as he gives him space to do the next flip. Keeps focused on the effort, and when it falls back down, ruining this particular pancake with the oozed chocolate nearly cracked out of the edge as he scrambles to return it, Roland just hums and watches Tidus make it for third time's the charm.

Except he'll cross his arms, leaning just a little. Won't let his face break, but his voice dips into mock seriousness. "Performance issues, huh?"

Got him. Payback, complete!!

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"Wha?" Tidus says obliviously, fixing up the pancake. "This is just a--"

But then, he stops. He pauses with the pan in hand, the realisation dawning on him. And then he gets it, with the heat rushing up his face.

And Tidus shoves Roland hard with his free hand, accidentally slamming the frying pan harder on the stove than he means to at the same time. "No one asked you! You wanna get into your performance issues, gramps?! Go and knead the bread dough! Go be actually useful! Ugh! Stupid...!"

Don't mind as Tidus just ~~tsuns~~ fumes over this pancake so he can get it put on the plate and he can work on the next one. WITHOUT ANY ISSUES. BECAUSE HE HAS NONE.

He deserves an award for how he continues to keep his concerned yet unmoving expression despite the force of Tidus's shove, and that he clatter of the frying pan was loud enough to wake someone up from their sleep. Inwardly however, Roland could have been in stitches. Bet you didn't expect that, eh?

Roland shrugs lightly, as if encouraging Tidus (????) Goes for the bread dough and does what he's told to do, removing whatever it's covered in for the rise and sinking the warm of his palms straight into it. Air bubbles hissing out, deflating in his touch before he starts moving his arms, using his whole body to knead. Practiced from the ramen making, and that was dough he definitely needed to work and rework consistently.

Look at him go at it with the pancakes. Roland composes himself before speaking again, retaining that mock of concern.

"Hey, listen." He says, a tilt of his head towards Tidus's station by the pans and stove. "This stuff isn't as easy as it looks, y'know? Don't beat yourself up for flipping the pancake too early!" A nod to emphasize that it's normal, Tidus. Don't worry about it. Try again!! Pancake Flipping needs time and experience! Roland turns away, pretending to wipe his nose against his opposite shoulder when in fact, he's actually grinning. No wonder Tidus likes poking fun at Roland all the time.

TIDUS IS NOT FLIPPING ANOTHER SINGLE PANCAKE ON THIS DAY. Not in front of Roland, anyway. Not unless he's up tonight (whatever night is) and decides to do some pancake practice...! Instead, he's going to aggressively make these pancakes, the new batter being swirled around to make its circle with a delicacy that isn't present in any other part of Tidus. He has a face that even a chisel couldn't break into.

"Didn't flip it earlier than you usually finish." Hah!! We're going straight to the impotency jokes here, old guy!! "You wouldn't know if anything works from being such a bore."

He tears into a small edge of the previously made pancake it taste test it, perhaps a little too late with his other one already in. It's not bad, if bland, but Tidus can fix that with some sauce added after the fact. Returns to the pancake already starting to cook on one side.

~~Look out, train. Tidus is burning the midnight oil for pancake flipping and you're not going to stop him.~~

"...?!"

Roland...actually chokes on his own spit at such a remark, a little to crass for what he expected. But then again, he realizes he may have brought this upon himself, so he coughs into his shoulder, leaning away from his work station. He clears his throat quickly, retaining as much composure as he is able without it looking like he's trying too hard.

"Hm." That frog in his throat better get the heck outta there. Roland kneads further into the focaccia dough. "You'd be surprised. I've gotten pretty good at collecting information throughout the years. How's that for being a bore?" Yes, word it exactly like that to reinforce the idea he's absolutely bookish. But it is as he mentioned to Evan too, way back then; if Roland really turned back the clock and came in both body and mind as he was at twenty, they wouldn't be having this conversation at all. Older Roland would never want to meet his younger self, and that's a fact.

He glimpses at the taste test and offers out a palm, never mind that his hands are already sticky with uncooked dough. He's being a rebel.

"I sure hope you're planning on sharing all this food with today's dinner crowd. Blue's going to thank us for doing half the work, heh. Maybe they can pay us in points."

You're talking to a healthy young ~~teen~~ adult, Roland. You did this to yourself.

"Wow, you read in your youth. So fun." As fun as Tidus's dry delivery, but he gives Roland a piece of the pancake, despite the question of whether the guy deserves it or not. Well, it's his pancake mix saved...

"You wish you were getting paid for any of this. I'm saving it! The bread's for Taiki to see if he likes, and if he does, I'll make something to go with it. Then the wraps--" which oh, right, the wraps, let him turn this one over quick! "--are gonna be stuffed with some ideas from the book! I'll save them for him!"

Meaning, Blue can do whatever Blue wants to do.

"You can have one of the pizzas if you want."

...It's a whole lot better than his first batch, that's for sure. So this time, it's not so much of a hassle to swallow it down. Roland even makes a face of approval, despite the exorbitant amounts of sugar Tidus added to make it taste decent. (Or he really just didn't add enough!)

"Oh yeah? Then I better make sure it's kneaded well. Did he like the berries you got for him?" Roland remembers their berry harvesting trip, though it's been a little while back now. But he made his own jam with the berries he picked with Gyousou, and that memory turns easy to what they're doing now. He'll continue to knead, asking under his breath - "Do I cut into this now? How do you want to fold the shape?" - while Roland affirms that Blue can, indeed, make dinner for the rest of the train as they were assigned to do. Sorry if they ran out of flour, maybe they can stick with rice and pasta?

Roland eventually finds himself washing his hands, done with the task of whatever Tidus has put him to work. Another ball of dough may be sitting pretty there, and there's still the matter of putting the dips into the right jars and containers for later. He's not particularly hungry when Tidus tells him about the pizzas, but the smell wafting out of the oven is nothing but enticing to induce a little rumble from his stomach. Why not?

"Thanks. Don't mind if I do, then." He straightens up from the sink and wipes his hands on his apron. A casual smile on his face as the pizza finishes off, and he's already getting ready with a serving plate and a knife. "Can't believe I'm eating pizza straight from the ace himself." That could come across as a jab, but it's also very Roland to be honest about it regardless if it was a joke or not. He is quite intrigued on the taste, wanting to put Tidus's freestyle in the kitchen to his own test.

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