Leia did laugh at first, for a second there she thought bringing Clint some food rather victoriously simply so he could be proven wrong for being too cocky sounded like an excellent suggestion. Until the end there. “No literal choking.” Leia ended that one decisively, with a slight look. They could certainly bring Clint the food he doubted they’d make, but they weren’t going to nearly murder him with it.
She did the same, washing her hands and such, her blouse only had short sleeves so no need to further prepare for that.
“Stuffed pasta- right. We’ve got this.” She agreed, amused by his words enough to repeat them. Just a tiny slip of confidence, but that was fine. It was new, and stuffed pasta did ..sound a little more of a complicated food than other things, but that was alright, they’d navigate the directions slowly. She leaned in to read through what they’d need to do and how - though she didn’t read too far ahead. “How about one of us putting the dough together, and the other can do the filling?” Leia suggested before Galen could get too far into whatever he was thinking he'd do first, before she went to fetch a couple of mixing bowls and implements to ..well, mix? Before examining a tub of ricotta, she wasn’t certain she had things to measure out cups accurately and such, or weights for that matter.