Sherry watched, a smirk playing on her lips. "Are you making bread, or a new kind of brick?"
"It just needs more work!" Lila insisted, her face now dusted with flour. She tried to stretch the dough. It refused to yield. She pounded it on the table. It bounced.
Lysaria peered at the dense, sad lump. "Perhaps the flour was overdeveloped due to excessive mechanical agitation," she offered, her advice technically correct but utterly unhelpful.
Lila let out a groan of pure frustration, slumping over the table. "It's ruined!"
"Fascinating," Clara's voice whispered in Riku's mind. "She can even fail at making simple bread. Your village girl is... spirited. It is best that you make my Elara number one."
"Aunt Clara!! Stop that."
Riku stepped forward, trying to suppress a chuckle. He poked the solid mass of dough. It was hopeless. Their grand pizza plan had failed before it had even begun.
He looked at Lila's dejected, flour-streaked face. Then he looked at the mess.
