[ See, he's listening!! And following orders, as the new pancake master takes his place in the kitchen. The pan starts to heat up with oil, and he lifts the batter to pour evenly against the skillet. By now, he's gotten used to cooking this, so Roland dutifully waits till the bubbles appear on the surface as instructed, before taking the pineapple and putting it on the wet batter.
...He tilts his head somewhat and has an idea. Might not be too brilliant, but no better time than now, right? Roland carefully lets go of the bowl and sticks his hand inside his pocket, reaching for the clicker. ]
Let's see.
[ The soft click of the pen is accompanied by his eyes drifting to a gentle close, and all at once, he's taken into his own mind, seeing the rest of the world darken while he attempts to predict what would give him the best results. Roland's brows furrow deep, and after a few seconds of waiting and inner struggle, he clicks his teeth with the back of his tongue and opens his eyes again. ]
Okay, so. Do this? [ He takes the batter again and pours some over the pineapple in the middle, sandwiching it in between. He flips the pancake over, and thankfully, it isn't too burnt on the other side. Roland breathes evenly, a slight stagger in his step. ] That should be the best way to cook that. I hope.
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[ See, he's listening!! And following orders, as the new pancake master takes his place in the kitchen. The pan starts to heat up with oil, and he lifts the batter to pour evenly against the skillet. By now, he's gotten used to cooking this, so Roland dutifully waits till the bubbles appear on the surface as instructed, before taking the pineapple and putting it on the wet batter.
...He tilts his head somewhat and has an idea. Might not be too brilliant, but no better time than now, right? Roland carefully lets go of the bowl and sticks his hand inside his pocket, reaching for the clicker. ]
Let's see.
[ The soft click of the pen is accompanied by his eyes drifting to a gentle close, and all at once, he's taken into his own mind, seeing the rest of the world darken while he attempts to predict what would give him the best results. Roland's brows furrow deep, and after a few seconds of waiting and inner struggle, he clicks his teeth with the back of his tongue and opens his eyes again. ]
Okay, so. Do this? [ He takes the batter again and pours some over the pineapple in the middle, sandwiching it in between. He flips the pancake over, and thankfully, it isn't too burnt on the other side. Roland breathes evenly, a slight stagger in his step. ] That should be the best way to cook that. I hope.
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