[ Taking that as her invitation to come a little closer, she slides right up beside Jill to get a better look at what she's making. The dough could be anything, but thankfully Jill provides an explanation. She hums, tapping her chin thoughtfully. ] 

Hmm...we had some savory pastries at home in Fodlan. It might be a long shot but maybe there were some similarities between our worlds. Were there other things that went into the dish? Meat? Cheese? Vegetables maybe? 

[ She was essentially describing a meat pie. It hadn't been one of her favourite dishes back home (she had burned her tongue once on it and had resolved never again from that point onwards), but clearly her stomach isn't playing favourites today. It gurgles all the same, making pink bloom on her cheeks. ] 

Clearly my stomach hopes that that's what it is.