“I’ll take that as a non-verbal agreement.” Leia teased softly to the choking people on their own smugness, in the form of pasta decree.
Sharing the book wasn’t impossible, but there was a lot of leaning in, and trying to avoid getting in one another’s way as they eyeballed their own instructions, one for the dough aspect, and the other the filling. Leia’s didn’t seem so difficult, but the mixture of the ricotta cheese and the dripping, defrosting spinach didn’t look so appealing as she tried to combine them - perhaps the spinach was ..still too frozen.
“Is it meant to be like that?” Leia asked as she watched Galen struggling with what looked like an exceptionally glue-like-sort of doughy substance. Her tone wasn’t critical as such, maybe just surprised, or rather confused at this point because their efforts on both parts seemed to already be unraveling as she stabbed at the spinach block with her wooden spoon, trying to break it up. The book didn’t say anything about frozen, but that might’ve been all that could be acquired for them in time.