"We don't," Cho says, a touch of apology in her voice. She's just drying off some of the large serving platters and putting them away, but she's pretty much finished, and a water spot of two never hurt anyone. "But I can make you a substitute. Cake or cookies?" She's already reaching for containers in what she's come to think of as her baking cupboard. Not that it's not free for everyone to use, but she keeps the things she uses most often in a cupboard that's low enough for her to reach without a step-stool. "And how much does the recipe call for?"

Ami seems pretty focused, but Cho assumes that the question is directed at her. If Ami is just talking out loud to hear herself speak, and wants to work through it on her own, she has always seemed to Cho like a bold enough girl to say so.