“What is that?” I asked. Shu had just taken a semicircle of something out of the fridge. The texture looked dough-ish, but the color pointed more toward cheese.
“Dough.” She replied, sniffing it.
“It wasn’t always green, right?” I persisted. It was mottled a bit like wheat dough, but it was a very fetching forest green color, which wheat dough doesn’t generally come in. “It was more tan, when you first put it in. I think.”
“Yeah.” She confirmed. She unwrapped it from its cocoon of saran wrap, and sniffed it again. “It’s still good.”
“But, what kind of dough is it?” I really hoped it wasn’t cookie dough. I like cookies, but I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to taste them after witnessing its transformation over the last week or so.
“Spaghetti. Pasta.” She molded it experimentally with her fingers.
I laughed. “This is going to be very interesting to wake up to.”