"I went to school for it." Dove murmured, glancing at his hands as he worked. "A little more gentle, you're taking the air out of it." She moved to him and covered his hands with her own to slow his movements.
"Yes it should double in size, if we're doing it right...and I was never much of a fan of takeout, I can do a lot of things better, faster, or I could before I had to cook on spits." Dove replied.