[ Excellent. Deception complete. She sets the container of baking powder down on the counter. ]

I'm fine. Don't worry -- I'm pretty used to climbing on chairs with this height. [ Her grin is a little self-depricating, but she does find it easier to admitting to being short enough to need a chair or the like often enough to someone who is notably shorter. ]

And all that's left is the sugar -- though I guess we could make it without it if we had to. But a kitchen has to have sugar somewhere, right?