[ What WOULD they have done? Luckily they don't have to find out!
He moves his hand back towards where the butter was. He almost knocks the sugar over, but though the container tips, it doesn't spill. Maybe a few grains, but not enough to matter.
He pours the sugar into the bowl. ]
Where's the spoon or whatever?
[ He doesn't even consider that an electric mixer is a thing; he knows they exist, vaguely, but it's not his first thought. ]
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He moves his hand back towards where the butter was. He almost knocks the sugar over, but though the container tips, it doesn't spill. Maybe a few grains, but not enough to matter.
He pours the sugar into the bowl. ]
Where's the spoon or whatever?
[ He doesn't even consider that an electric mixer is a thing; he knows they exist, vaguely, but it's not his first thought. ]