Huh. A bowl. Made out of the bread. That's a new thing that shouldn't be, when she thinks about it.

She turns her attention back to the food at hand, snapping her fingers to get Potato's attention, gesturing to it. She knows the proper colour it ought to be, when it's done.

She gestures at her, a thumbs up then a thumbs down with a questioning look. She lifts the pan on the former, puts it down on the latter.