Watching Pru relax somewhat and return to her section of the counter, Kami shook her head with a confused little smile that bordered on indulgent. Then she gave her head a little shake and carefully adjusted the beater against the steadily combining butter and shortening. "Could you please measure out the brown sugar?" she asked. "We'll start creaming this. When it's all together, though, I hope you can think of something to do." Kami grinned impishly. "The stupid dough has to rest in the fridge for a couple of hours."