shoves them both back in

(Lucretia raises an eyebrow, but flips to the back of the book to find one of those weird little blank pages they sometimes put in cook-books for notes or whatever and quickly jots down everything he tells her anyway. It's how she be. Her career in cake making is probably coming to an end after this ridiculous competition but hey, maybe somebody else will need the information some day, and then she can save them from a smug explanation.)

Stray crumbs... gotcha. Okay. (She snaps the book shut, and considers the cake.)

Is... is any of it salvageable? I don't think I have time to start again.