'...Is there time to cook the turnip so it gets softer?' He definitely got a bad turnip. This was going to take forever, and might hurt all three of them with how they were struggling to carve into it with knives that were not equipped for the task.

It seems that even Roland then, isn't immune to the distraction that washes over them, from Inigo's broken turnip part to Tidus's turnip struggle to transform it into something else. Suddenly, the roleplay is forgotten and the ears on his head become a distant memory...He just squints and analyzes his own root crop, and what he's envisioned for it, trying to fast-track the process for a clean win. When he answers, he's also very obviously unfocused.

"Huh? Oh. Maybe. I'll go on a blind date and let you know with a full report." But eureka, he's got it. It is the greatest of ideas. But should he...? Turn the turnip over and...? Just do it, he says to himself! Roland begins to glow, a familiar warm light emerging from his chest. Bambosh comes out of him then, quietly for once. Yeah, he's doing this.

The fire higgledy calmly waddles over to Roland. He crouches and begins to...cook his turnip. Turning it carefully, gently. A softer exterior might make for a better carve!