Muscles flexed as she kneaded the dough. It was just about ready to be rolled and cut into shape, just needed a few more minutes under her talented hands to get it to the right state! “Seb, wanna grab a couple of those pans and fluff some flour down so I can roll this baby out?” Flour puffed over the counter top like a thin layer of snow, billowing into the air as she threw the kneaded dough down, rolling pin already primed and ready to go. The dough quickly became a thin square ready for cutting and then shaping. Sebestian’s wiry fingers snatched up the pieces of dough almost faster than she could cut it, making perfectly-round little cakes to be fried and cooled, though a couple had taken some rather interesting shapes in the wake of the bushy-tailed boy's exuberance. “Sebbie, you’ve gotta make ‘em all match up. We can’t have moose-shaped cakes.” She laughed and made a quick swipe for the sculpted dough, maybe too quick…