Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20151209052025/@comment-24416658-20160329035600

(Had to look up some of these words. Forgot you were aussie XD)

Seiriol had, at first, attempted to follow Coco's hand, whisking the dough. After about a second, however, she gave up, her eyes still dancing around in her head. Putting out a hand to stablize herself, she nearly knocked over a bottle of...something...but quickly brought it back up and stood it.

"Alright, I got it." Taking the spatula (and again weighing it subconsciously), she started to pour the batter into the pan. Gently and slowly, she poured out the mix, making sure to get every last drop. She chuckled.

"Sorry I'm not as fast as you are," she said, pouring, "My Semblance just lets me get higher up, so I can use my rotorpack. You saw it today, of course. Pride and joy of mine, that is. Someday I hope to make a jetpack! Not at school, obviously, too risky."