[ Does Roland have any experience chopping pineapples? Nope. Is that going to stop him? Also nope. He nods and determinately goes for the countertop with the knives and cutting board. There's a plethora of knives to choose from, and if he's watched enough television cooking shows from earth, he's willing to bet the right instrument for this was the broadest, widest, scariest looking one.

But first! Prep! Time to - literally - roll up his sleeves and wash his hands. He multitasks well, listening as he moves about the space, tying up his hair even further up into a bun as he is won't to do when he's cooking. ]

Fruit making, eh? Huh. Some people have all the luck. [ Roland chuckles, finally grabbing the knife and trying to see the best way to cut his first pineapple. ] Any catch there? Bad side effects? A limit to what kind of fruit, or how many at a time?

[ Leave it to him to overthink it. Maybe he'll chop the leaves first- ah wait. This was going to get messy. Better get his trusty apron on first. THESE CLOTHES ARE NICE. ]