"Of course." Kami relinquished the sieve and bowl to the other woman easily enough before crossing to pluck the cheerful black and white checked apron from the rack set against the pantry door. As she turned and held it up, the brightly colored cherries embroidered on the pocket came into view. She paused to watch as Prudence pondered the various measurements and dry ingredients. Grinning, she skipped back over and handed the apron to her friend. "First things first," she instructed, "all of those things have to get sifted together so it's even. The dry things only, okay? The flour and baking powder and soda and salt and ginger and cinnamon and cloves."