[Taako? Quiet? Please. He'll keep chattering to himself, letting her know the measurements, but he isn't policing her. That's the good thing about cookies. It's just a lotta bullshit in a bowl. He's got the eggs and vanilla on his end when she pipes up though, and he leans back on the counter, idly stirring while he looks at her.]
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At what, pumpkin?