"Good job! Do you wanna stir up the dry stuff, while I feed this into the mixer? Or do you wanna run the mixer?" She didn't keep the conspiratorial grin off of her face, knowing that running the mixer would be a little more fun than folding in the flower and sugar and other ingredients. But Applejack also knew it was a messy job, and had seen how he'd stressed about the little bit of egg. So she wanted to offer him something safe at the same time.