[That seemed easy enough. One by one, Angel went through, breaking the yolks against the side of the bowl. When it came down to whisking, though, it... looked a bit more like an awkward stirring motion. She knew it wasn't right -- the stringy yolks seemed to swish around rather than get mixed in.
Queenie's mention of spices was a bit of a welcome distraction from her own failings.]
It... doesn't [A smile crossed her lips.] But I can still try, at least!
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Queenie's mention of spices was a bit of a welcome distraction from her own failings.]
It... doesn't [A smile crossed her lips.] But I can still try, at least!