"Doesn't mean you're not mouthy either," Ambrose said, keeping his face unreadable. She seemed to know what she was doing, which he appreciated, even if she had more of a mouth on her than he generally liked.
He picked through the ingredients, adding the next ones. "Can you grind the doxy egg? Or are they supposed to be just chopped?" He looked over his notes again, frowning as he tried to find that point in the instructions.