"I am glad you are not there," Riku said, "You are needed here." The Prince made everyone here feel safe and confident.
"Soon," Riku promised, and borrowed the spoon from Namine. "When it starts looking glassy. Namine's is almost there." He lifted a scoop out of the pot for them to see and then handed the spoon back to go and get the flavoring... a cordial that had fat cherries floating in it.
"We shape it over on the greased workspace," Riku promised. "It will be a little hot. Everyone might not want to work with it." Mostly, the ladies who had delicate hands. Namine would be fine.