A softer bread, light and fluffy with not as hard a crust. Something good for a loaf tin.

[Growing up in the wilderness, even with the Sharlayan colonies nearby, she didn't really have a proper oven for this sort of bread in her youth, so it was something she'd picked up in her travels, as well. Something to make in an actual kitchen setting, when you have all the time in the world to let it rise and hungry bellies weren't growling at you to get it all done and over with so they could eat.

She almost tenses up when Ankh starts to approach, but her shoulders relax when he keeps his distance, not quite in the mood at the moment for close company. Begrudgingly though, she'd admit that having someone to idly chat with wasn't a terrible burden to bear right now, so she wasn't trying to dismiss him away or anything of the sort. Just... being a little standoffish, is all.]

Nothing too unusual. Yeast, flour, salt, water.