All right, after what seemed to be ten minutes of waiting time Tag checked his mixture. It seemed bubbly enough, so he just went with it and looked at the next set of instructions to complete. So the blonde added in that teaspoon of salt to the mixture and let it stir until everything seemed smooth and well mixed together.

Now this part, Tag didn't want to confuse himself and mess everything up. He figured if he still had the right amount of measurement mixed into the bowl then everything would be all right. So he first put in three cups of flour and then added in that one half next. That should do the trick. Hopefully, it didn't turn out to be bad or anything like that, seeing as he had taken a different route on how to do it. Every now and then Tag would gently poke the dough with a finger to see if it was transforming correctly.

The dough was somewhat pulling away from the bowl but, when Tag glanced at his fingers, some of it had decided to glue onto his skin. Hmmm. Would this be a probably later? Maybe Tag's way of doing things would prove to hinder him in his dough making. Anyway, it seemed all right, probably if it sat out a bit it'll all be perfect.