Doesn't really seem like she needs to worry. The faint tail of the tiny twister he handed her stays tickling her palm, no matter where the top of the funnel ends up from her walking. He can't see what she's doing, but if she's really paying attention to how he feels or where that is... yeah, Zaveid is sort of in her hand at the moment too. Wind.

So long as she traced over the batch of cookies, his little plan will work. "It's a bit of wind, not a baby bird." Yeah, he's not really paying attention to her and her actions, a little more focused on retrieving the cookies from the oven. But the way she's carefully holding it definitely gets an amused comment.

When did his hair get pulled back into a sloppy knot? Hmn.

"Done? Lemme know if it misses a cookie." And here the little whirlwind springs from her hand and follows her tracery over the tray, sort of bouncing in place at the end. Did it go over them all?