Checking the mixture, Beverly made sure it was bubbly before she added salt. Her pizza HAD to be perfect, and it WAS going to be. She wasn't a newbie at this, so she expected the best from herself.

Having done the first step, she continued on with the second one, which was adding salt. Doing that she stirred carefully, totally feeling like a master chef AND a potions mistress.

Right up next was the flour. Beverly bit her lip to keep from grinning to herself. Flour brought memories, actually, this whole dough-making process did. Heh. She shook her head. Whoa! No. Get your head in the game, Wayne. She took some flour, about half a cup and added it to the bowl. Then, bit by bit added more until the dough looked like dough and pulled away from the bowl. It was still sticking a bit onto her fingers, so she added just a tiiiiny bit more. Finally, after some time, the dough didn't stick neither to the bowl or her fingers and she stopped with the flour. There. What pretty dough, Beverly style.