Her black eyes stared intensively at her hand. Though her movements were steady, there was a slight shake each time her hand finished a circle. Her palms felt sweaty, she could feel she was starting to lose control. Her other hand clutched the table so hard, she thought she was going to break the table.
Neite focused harder at the mixture, stirring it faster but careful not to spill. The mixture started to thicken as she shaped it to an oval shape. The mixture turned pink and hardened almost immediately. Neite picked up the pink snack. There were small blue sprinkle-like shapes on closer inspection.
"This looks like a good one," Neite whispered. She inspected it closer, the pink object was not as smooth as it was suppose to be. In fact, there were many small lumps on the snack. Neite banged her head on the table.
"Not again!" she moaned. Making poffins is a lot harder than she thought.