"Ah, the plight of the short," Prudence commiserated, teasingly. Without any kind of resistance, Prudence did as Kami suggested and turned the knob on the oven to 350 degrees. She was usually the last person to give orders, instead content to take direction, unless it came to prop making.
That completed, she watched as Kami brought out the dry ingredients. A nagging feeling suddenly overtook her, like someone were tapping her shoulder. Trying to tell her something. Oh for the love of... She could see it in her mind's eye - nothing serious, but usually spices and eyes didn't go together so well.
"Sure, I can totally do that," she agreed amiably, taking up a set of measuring spoons, a slight worried expression painted on her face. "Um, here, I'll start on that, and you could hand me that apron? Wouldn't want to get all floury or anything."