"Ah, close," Remy gently took the teaspoon from her after she spooned in one little glob of whipped cream. "Juss like dat, but dis one's for de sugar, sugah," he said, chuckling softly. He put the tablespoon in her hand. "But I t'in' everyt'ing's made better wit' an extra dollop a'whipped cream, so no worries. Juss t'ree scoops wit' dat, now, den de sugar."
As he instructed her here, he reached for the whisk she would need.