[wanda would, setting the pin down on the side and putting the rolled-out dough to the side, onto the pan that will hold the shape for the pie. once she's certain she's set it properly, wanda pushes into michael's space, careful to not dislodge him out of it before he himself willingly takes a step back to allow her the room to work in.]

There's too much flour, for one.

[she thinks she understands why he keeps adding so much of it. wanda moves the dough between her hands, and begins—kneading forward, adding enough force but not enough to flatten it down, bringing it back to the center and continuing, stopping when there's seemingly more to knead.]

And you don't want to overwork it.

[wanda grabs at the top of the dough and starts to pull it inward, turning it and doing the same, over and over, until it becomes a ball—tight and neat.]

Put it in a bowl now, with a little bit of oil, and cover it with a damp towel. It needs to proof for at least thirty minutes.

[—and that's on kneading dough. she turns a quarter of the way to face michael, as if waiting for his feedback on her instructions.]