The little twist of wind starts going back through its pattern over cookies, but lurches when she reaches out. It isn't confused or anything - it's told one path by one thing, and another direction by another, and so it halts.

And then puffs out in a burst of sprinkles everywhere.

"... Curiosity?" Zaveid can tell something happened to his little whirlwind, but, he's still focused on a new batch of cookies.