[He is so not sifting at all. A blasphemy! He even juggles the eggs for a moment before cracking them into the batter. And all the while idly keeping up a chill hum-chatter.
And wiping his fingers on his shirt.]
Aight, lets fuckin' whip you up some fine-ass delights here.
[He digs out the whisk so he can start whisking the batter together, peering over curiously at the notes she is sorting.]
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And wiping his fingers on his shirt.]
Aight, lets fuckin' whip you up some fine-ass delights here.
[He digs out the whisk so he can start whisking the batter together, peering over curiously at the notes she is sorting.]
You doing fine there, sister?