"Helpful," he sassed drily, unconsciously echoing her thoughts, but listened carefully as she clarified. "Air bubbles are indeed a useful thing," he murmured, lips twitching with a joke that he suspected wouldn't make sense to someone not of Golarion. He wasn't expecting her to pass the bowl to him and leave him alone with the batter, and he almost protested as she began to walk away. Only his dignity and the weight of her trust in his mixing skills stilled his tongue, and he looked mournfully to Isuma for assistance, only to find her happily bouncing after Jyoti as the pair played merrily throughout the bakery.
Left alone to his own devices he stirred cautiously, wary now of going too far. Perhaps it was that very slowness that made the batter a fine mix of smooth and faint lumps by the time Amalia returned with her pans, and his eyes lit up as she presented them. "What beautiful designs! Were they your grandmother's?" he asked gently, a smile in his eyes as he admired them for a moment before proceeding to pour the batter as directed. This, at least, he felt confident in doing, and only a few small drops went astray as the batter folded cleanly into the two containers. "How long do we have to wait for them to be done?" And if there was eagerness in his question, well, who could blame him when the scent of cardamom and citrus rose to tease their noses.
Left alone to his own devices he stirred cautiously, wary now of going too far. Perhaps it was that very slowness that made the batter a fine mix of smooth and faint lumps by the time Amalia returned with her pans, and his eyes lit up as she presented them. "What beautiful designs! Were they your grandmother's?" he asked gently, a smile in his eyes as he admired them for a moment before proceeding to pour the batter as directed. This, at least, he felt confident in doing, and only a few small drops went astray as the batter folded cleanly into the two containers. "How long do we have to wait for them to be done?" And if there was eagerness in his question, well, who could blame him when the scent of cardamom and citrus rose to tease their noses.
