The dabbing motions pause and the towel in his hand sinks into the water. He looks mildly intrigued, flower hobby successfully set aside for now.

"Well, I can't say I blame him. There's really nothing like freshly baked bread, you know." He quickly shifts into an even better mood, thinking about all the times he's had it both off and on the train. "Evermore's got some of the best bread in the whole realm, I can tell you that much. I'm spoiled."

Finally, he discards the smaller towel too, folds it in half and leaves it draped on his shoulder. "Hm. We can learn together, Inigo. I can't say I'm much of a chef or baker, but I think with the right instruction, we can do it." He nods firmly, a smile on his face at the thought. "I'd like to try baking some of my favorites too. Glorfindel might actually get sick of entertaining all my requests, heh. Tidus, are you volunteering to be our baking teacher here, or what?"

A playful, almost challenging look is thrown his way. If he was the type to wiggle eyebrows, this would probably be that moment.