...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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"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.