"Harder"

"Pull it more firmly."

"Jeez, you'll never get it to rise like that. Work your fingers around it"

"I know there's a lot and you've got small hands ... yeah, that's better. Right there, that rhythm...yes!"

He's grunting out his direction and she's panting with the effort to keep up. A sheen of sweat decorates her brow and her forearms are beginning to ache. The angle is awkward, unfamiliar and just as she thinks she is not going to make it...

"Hmmm, yeah, like that... that's it. Do you feel it?"

And she does. It all comes together and she slips into the fluid motion, the ebb and tide, and basks in his approval.

"Good, ahh... yes, that's good"

Alex grins. She watches her now confident, nimble fingers work, pride swelling in her chest, mouth watering in anticipation of the outcome.

Watches the dough roll back and forth. She's always wanted to learn how to make home baked bread. Clever Bobby, trust him to know...