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[blitzcheer]

do you want tidus to gag, roland. tidus can easily gag if you want him to.

But Tidus isn't because he has manners, despite the belief of his two companions. Though it's Inigo for once who's getting the manners talk - earning a smarmy 'uh oh' from Tidus in the instance it comes out. Instead of remarking on the far more important suggestion that all of Inigo's friends (from home) are overly dramatic.

"Now you've really got Roland going." Or was it actually his suggestion doing this? Still, Tidus is elbowing Inigo like this is his fault -- a good fault. "Roland can teach you a few things about food. You never seen a colourful cake? Guess there's no reason to if it's just the train you've been stuck on," Tidus reasons in his own talking.

When did they ever get the chance otherwise to see more flashy, decorated food? Tidus begins takes a side of Ronso cheek from the pancake that's been presented - or starts to, but then starts his spoon over to the taguel, remarking, "I'll eat this Yarne guy."

As he said: It's time to eat Inigo's friends first.

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Inigo is clearly, totally, obviously not a daddy's boy.

Which is why, the very instant Roland tells him to not talk while he's chewing, Inigo immediately closes his mouth and finishes chewing and swallowing the bite of pancakes he's got in his mouth first before saying anything else. Because he's totally not a daddy's boy who doesn't want to disappoint his father even in the slightest. Nope siree.

And when he does open his mouth, it's to do the typical thing.

Whine at Tidus.

"Wait-- stop making it sound weird!" He's even batting with a hand at that spoon, like Inigo is protecting this pancake version of his friend from back home from Tidus's weird Taguel-eating tendencies.

It's only momentary batting though. Because Inigo then looks over to speak to Roland, and he's distracted enough by it that Tidus can take all the bites of bunny-shaped pancakes he wants.

"And no, of course he's not blue! Taguel are brown, just like most rabbits." Inigo may be giving them a slightly skewed idea of what Taguel really look like, considering they're not exactly cute, tiny cuddly bunnies... "Though a darker brown than these pancakes."

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"A darker brown...Well, I can just cook the pancake a little longer then. You don't need special food coloring for that, I guess."

Just like that, the milk errand is totally forgotten. Roland's knife and fork dig into - unironically - the taguel side of the pancake, taking a chunk of that long ear off and he eats it tentatively at first. They're crowding each other, he realizes, with one of his shoulders across Inigo's and the other underneath Tidus's forearm, but it's not something he minds or tries to overly correct anyway. The more important thing here is that when he chews slowly, dry as the pancake may be, it isn't terrible. It might be the additional chocolate peppered in last minute, or maybe, pure dumb luck that his extra teaspoon of sugar did precisely what it's supposed to. Add flavor.

Still. There's a lot left for him to change. It goes down rough, barely able to swallow it without the added honey to soften the spongey texture, and now without milk to chug it down. He extracts himself from the twin teen fold for now to face away, polite to clear his throat away from them as they continue to eat. Or not eat the rabbit people, in Inigo's case. He could be interested in some sweet, sweet revenge by eating the Ronso too.

"If I ever get good enough, we could even bake a rainbow cake. Every layer is a different color so when you cut into it, it looks like you're eating rainbows." He coughs lightly, but otherwise has his faculties returned to him. He shakes his head, though; "We really need milk, hold on. That's not going down without a fight."

But Inigo (or Tidus!) need not worry. His trip to run and get milk isn't one that delays him at all, returning immediately with three clean cups and a bottle out of the Stores. He pours them each a serving, adding under his breath, "I told you, it's not that good," but said more as a peaceful acceptance of matters he can't control versus pouting or reacting violently to the fact. Plus, he goes in for another chunk off that taguel too, this time, slicing into the other ear.

[blitzcheer]

"...Aren't most rabbits white?"

This is what Tidus has to speak up to - not Inigo's whining about him, since that's just a part of life, but this new information that not all rabbits are the same snowflake colouring he's seen up to this point. What the heck?? Brown rabbits? Get outta here.

He doesn't hasn't stopped nibbling at Inigo's taguel friend either, though he's taking small bites that hopefully won't give Roland the wrong impression. Nothing to do with the taste, since they're decent for what they are, the honey helping for the dryness - but you know, he's got to see how long it will take for Inigo to complain. ...if he will.

But before that - Tidus has some complaining of his own to do, it turns out. A point he could leave well alone, but he won't: turning to Roland with his spoon raised pointing his way, mouth tugged into a disapproving slant.

"That's the last bad word about your pancakes I wanna hear, you got it? They're fine! We'll get you a cookbook for pancakes, cakes, whatever you want - and if you wanna say anything bad about any of 'em, you've gotta say one good thing! That's the only way I'll allow it! That's how you improve!"

He's putting his foot down!! Sure, this entire disaster of a situation started because of him, but he'll go for bossy before he'll let the guilt start eating at him again to hear any mumbled criticisms. Tidus bumps his shoulder as he faces back to the plate, forgetting his attempts at devouring Inigo's pal for going at his own. Goodbye, Ronso chin: it's time for Tidus's maw.

"I can't make faces outta my pancakes."

Huff! (Chomp!)

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Inigo doesn't really get into Roland and Tidus's whole kerfluffle - though smaller than earlier, thankfully. He's just eating here. Mostly the Taguel imitation, since it looks more like a regular rabbit than it looks like Yarne, but he may be sneaking in some Ronso bites too while he thinks Tidus isn't looking.

At best there's just a small disagreement of: "No way, rabbits are brown," but it's quickly stifled with another bite of pancake into Inigo's mouth.

Chewing, chewing. He's not even touching the milk, or the honey. He's just eating. Calmly. Not whining at all.

In fact, it's only after Tidus gets through his daily p-pah moment that Inigo looks between both of the others, slowly blinking.

".. Is this that bad?" He sounds so genuine as he asks that.

Look, the train may have gotten him addicted to the actual existence of sugar, but it's not like Inigo is very picky by nature. Spending years eating whatever you can get to keep yourself from starving doesn't exactly make you have some amazing taste. This tastes perfectly serviceable to him!

[adregem]

"It's..."

It's silly, and stupid, and this is his daily life now.

Between Inigo's innocence and willingness to give anything Roland does a shot, regardless of how much he's warned; and Tidus's stubbornness too, a blatant refusal to let Roland take the blame for something that started off with performance issues and dick jokes. This is life as Roland has come to know it, and most of all, has come to accept. The feeling that lingered in the back of his mind has all but disappeared when he's faced with this newfound side of reality, this utter ridiculousness surrounding something so simple as pancakes he can't seem to master.

Is it that bad? No, this is the best they've ever tasted in years.

I can't make faces out of my pancakes. Sure, but you can cook with your eyes closed, without a recipe, and I think that's really swell.

And in their own ways, both of the Twin Teens have proven that there's really nothing they have to say, no matter how badly Roland can cook, or whatever skills he lacks in this area that makes him shy away from them, wanting to prove himself as some sort of figure to rely on. To impress, even. He likes them so much that he doesn't even realize it, until the swelling in his chest comes close to bursting; until the explosion draws forth a sharp laugh that lights him up from within, volume slowly rising in pitch till he chuckles the amusement away.

Oh boy. What can he do, what can he say to any of that apart from rushing to chew his current piece of taguel pancake-ear while both his hands find themselves on top of their heads of hair. Strands ruffled in clear affection, an arm each around their shoulders.

But it's what he says in such a hushed tone that evens things out; makes it easy to forget this all came about as a joke gone awry. Or that in the end, he'll be excited to show them how much he's improved with his pancake game as soon as he can get a suitable tutor. That desire to impress them won't fade any time soon.

"Thanks. Eat up, okay?"

He draws his arms back and focuses on the plate of pancakes remaining, barely two bites each from the giant half-monstrosity experiment of two different breeds of creatures from two different worlds. He's glad he didn't make them another grimalkin. That's his king.

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Who do you think you're laughing at, Roland! Whose hair do you think you're ruffling there, old man!?

Tidus is still deep in standing his ground mode, nevermind the pancake shoved in his mouth he's got to chew. But for the manners Roland thinks Tidus doesn't have, he gets as far as making a whining disgruntled noise, but doesn't follow it up with words by the mess inside his mouth. Chew-chew-chew faster, teeth!

But he's not faster than the hand already ruffling at his hair, the mixed signals that injects into his riled state, the arm around him that furthers to confuse him. This isn't a fight...

...it's a sappy old man!

And how is Tidus meant to be around one of those? Those are even more difficult for him than an adult giving him an obvious cold shoulder, trying to put him in his place with silence. He looks over to Inigo once, but he quickly looks away, back to the pancake being well and truly demolished.

"This whole day's been stupid," he grumbles, and then spoon-cuts another part of the pancake to fill his mouth. If he's got food in there, then he can't talk.

(It's a very good excuse.)

i figured we can probably wrap this one here?

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If Tidus tries to look over at Inigo at all like that, even for a moment, he sure won't find any connection. Not during this moment of all times. Because while Inigo had no idea how to deal with Roland's earlier foreign attitude, this is something he's so much more accustomed to.

Which is why he just smiles when that hand finds a way up to the crown of his head. There may even be a healthy blush spreading on his cheeks out of sheer happiness. Out of the lightness of his chest. There is no grumbling on his part, no complaints. He seems happy enough with the more positive attention he's getting from Roland now, the way the older guy's mood just switched right around, even if Inigo isn't too sure why.

So he just smiles and keeps eating, replying to Roland's words with a 'hmm!'. He'll keep eating, alright.

Maybe Tidus is a little right. That this whole day is kind of stupid.

But maybe it's actually not that bad of a kind of stupid when things end up like this.