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[PrivateNomad]

HILDA finishes getting the stuff out.
 "Alright, this is my own special recipe so it'll be a bit complicated." HILDA says before showing her all the ingredients and how to precisely measure them.

 "And so to measure the precise mole amount of the flour, you simply bombard it with an electromagnetic ray and calculate the number of particles that exit through the other side as this specific frequency of will pinpoint the number of atoms present as the photon quanta pass through into the surveying instrument. Any questions?"

[USEC_OFFICER]

HILDA finishes getting the stuff out.
 "Alright, this is my own special recipe so it'll be a bit complicated." HILDA says before showing her all the ingredients and how to precisely measure them.

 "And so to measure the precise mole amount of the flour, you simply bombard it with an electromagnetic ray and calculate the number of particles that exit through the other side as this specific frequency of will pinpoint the number of atoms present as the photon quanta pass through into the surveying instrument. Any questions?"

Lunette nods and asks, "What if you can't bombard the flour with an electromagnetic ray and calculate it's specific frequency?"

[PrivateNomad]

 <THEN IT WON'T TURN OUT PER- well, I suppose you could estimate it.>

[USEC_OFFICER]

<THEN IT WON'T TURN OUT PER- well, I suppose you could estimate it.>

"Oh. Okay. How much flour do we need?"

[Akroma]

((Flour...moles...despite every particle having a mostly unique size and weight? Unless HILDA actually *counts* the amount, that won't work.))

[PrivateNomad]

 <Mass of flour required ≈ 286.61126105168227570468263846...>
Bartimaeus shapeshifts into Dominikov from Murder Princess.

[kj1225]

<Okay, I'm watching honey.>
Kyle says to Icarus.

[PrivateNomad]

[To: Kyle] <I'm teaching your daughter how to bake my cookies.>

[Akroma]

<Stop with your wrestling plans already, you need to watch me do this awesome attack.>

[PrivateNomad]

 <ICARUS, are you going to accelerate to near mach 1 speeds and do a spin attack? If so, that's bad ass.>

[USEC_OFFICER]

<Mass of flour required ≈ 286.61126105168227570468263846...>

"Two hundred, eighty-six point six one one two six one zero five one six eight two two seven five seven zero," Lunette takes a deep breath, "Four six eight two six three eight four six what? What units are we weighting the flour in?"

[Akroma]

<More badass than cookies certainly.>

[PrivateNomad]

 <Grams.>

[USEC_OFFICER]

<Grams.>

"Okay." Lunette takes out a scale and finely measures out the right amount of flour. It takes her several minutes to do so, mostly because she insists on getting very close to the correct amount.

[PrivateNomad]

 "Okay, now measure all the other ingredients on the list and separate the dry ones from the wet ones in separate bowls."