(She's bending her cookbook down the middle so it will stay open on the right page when she's propped it up on the counter-top.) It'll be fine. It wasn't– the batter is easy, it's just the oven or... or something.
(Clean bowls are, thankfully, not in short supply. She pulls out a fresh set of measuring cups while she's at it, and retrieves the sifter from the sink.) Taako, this isn't a project, okay? This is a small competition that I want to win. Focus.
And make it– um, strawberry-flavoured? I don't care.
i'd sell you to satan for one corn chip
(She's bending her cookbook down the middle so it will stay open on the right page when she's propped it up on the counter-top.) It'll be fine. It wasn't– the batter is easy, it's just the oven or... or something.
(Clean bowls are, thankfully, not in short supply. She pulls out a fresh set of measuring cups while she's at it, and retrieves the sifter from the sink.) Taako, this isn't a project, okay? This is a small competition that I want to win. Focus.
And make it– um, strawberry-flavoured? I don't care.