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"Oh, excellent," Greta says with a grin that's only a little bit weary. "Saoirse's been taking quality control very seriously, but there's only so much she can do before she might make herself sick."

It's the kneading that she's looking forward to relinquishing most, though, and she shows Jyn where she can wash up before directing her to the little bread station she has set up along one stretch of counter-top. A loaf of bread — one made properly, anyway — is a fairly lengthy baking process, needing generous pauses for the dough to rise, so she has several loaves cycling through varying stages of readiness. But the heaviest kneading is at the front of the line, and Greta has a ball of freshly-mixed dough that's ready for some attention.

"Like this," she says, demonstrating the rhythmic fold, press, and turn motion for a few moments before stepping aside to Jyn take a crack at it. "Sort of funny, really," she adds as she watches Jyn work, making sure it's correct and then nodding in satisfaction. "It's been ages since I had to churn things out in such numbers. I'd almost forgotten what a production it was." Bake-Off had been a whirlwind, of course, but the challenges were never about sheer bloody stamina.