[There's that awkward smile again. Not one for smiling, not one for sharing, and not one for having it pointed out when he does, either. Noted.

She opens one of the cupboards, looking for something that matches his description.]

I haven't got the faintest idea what's in here, honestly. There are so many gadgets, and if it's more advanced than a rolling pin, I'm afraid I have no experience with it.

[She doesn't have any experience that she remembers with a rolling pin, either, but at least she managed to roll – badly – her too-wet dough with one earlier.]