He took the cookie cutter in one hand, and looked at the dough from all angles, head tilted like that of a particularly interested animal, before he started cutting out leaf shapes as efficiantly as possible. He looked over to the baby in his bouncy chair as he set the shapes aside, and then pondered.
"S'that streak natural? S'quite somethin' else, like." He said, smiling. "Reminds me of me family friends. They's got blue skin."