Music was an amazing thing when one wanted to concentrate on a task; it wasn’t so great when it distracted you from your surroundings, though. The dough had lodged itself rather snuggly on her chest, looking down it kind of looked like a third boob, kind of moose-shaped, but still. Snatching the blob she flicked it away from her, mildly panicked and definitely embarrassed. It flew in a wide arc before landing smack in the middle of Sebbie’s face, which caused the young boy to flail and knock down a tray of little custard cups. Arryn was not very impressed to have custard in her hair, or to have it sliding down the back of her shirt. Her attempt to remove the offending substance ended with her tripping and spilling the bag of flour all over Katrine. “Oh! Are you ok? Let me help you!” Katrine gasped as she slipped and slid into Arryn in her attempt to assist, Sebbie doing no better as he knocked over a bowl of sauce as he tried to stay upright.