Pike sure as hell wasn't his mother, so she just shrugged and popped it into her own mouth instead. "Yeah, and it's delicious."

It wasn't as great as cookie dough, or cake batter, or pie crust, but it wasn't bad.

Taking a peak at his work, she decided it was time to move on to kneading. "Okay, now that it's come together you're going to press the heels of your hands into the dough, pushing forward slightly. Like this," she demonstrated, keeping her arms straight and using her core and hips to push into the dough. "But don't push too far, stop before it looks like it's going to tear. Then fold the dough in half and do it again. After that, turn it slightly, fold it in half, and rock into it again." She looked up at him and smiled, "Then you just keep doing it until it's done."