A familiar face walked through the door. The woman could remember where she had seen him, what they had talked about, what he was like, but for the love of spirits, her age old nemesis came to haunt her again: she had forgotten his name. So when the first thing that came out of his mouth being that exact thing, it was all she could do not to let out a sigh of relief. "I remember who you are," she giggled, the flour that coated her arms bouncing off as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Yeah, you asked for a comb and told me it wasn't a line." Of course it hadn't been a line. It was a comb. Which, she guessed, was just a lot of little lines attached to a bigger line. In that case, he should have said that it was many lines.

She watched as he moved to the display case and smirked. "Not really. Well, I guess in a general sense, bread is bread, but it's like saying people are all the same even though some of us are benders and some of us aren't." A controversial topic, but from their conversations he didn't seem to mind it. Plus, it got her point across, and he was a bender, too! "Even then, some benders bend water, or fire, or earth." She smiled, picking up one of the loaves from the rack in one hand and a different loaf in another, placing them on the counter top. Usually she wasn't supposed to give out tasters, but he had paid for her meal the other night. It was only fair.

Airi broke off a bit from each loaf and held them out for him to take. "This one," she said, nodding towards her left hand, "is made from yeast that has been around for a long while. When you make the dough for bread, you set aside a bit of it for the next batch, so with each batch, the yeast kind of gets... better? I don't know how else to describe that process." The firebender then nodded at her other hand. "This one is made with a bit more oil and salt, so it's kind of more dry and saltier. It's usually used for eating with soups or such."

Then the realization struck her: she did really just go off on a ramble about bread? Her skin blossomed the color red. Perhaps she knew a bit too much about her trade, or showed it off too well. "Anyways," she lolled, moving to the side of the counter and lifting up the panel so he could join her in the back. That is, if he still wanted to.

Though, she had to say, she wasn't quite expecting that kind of question from him. "Noooo..." the woman drawled on. "We've never had an oven blow up on us." How would an oven blow up in the first place? "We - oh, my mom and I - light the fires ourselves. Firebenders, you know. So, no, no ovens have blown up." Airi gestured him to come in. "If you still want, there's an apron over there you should probably put on before you enter the kitchen. Oh, and a sink over there to wash your hands. You'll need to wash up to..." She gestured to herself, covered in flour and other ingredients. "Usually up past the elbows works fine." With that, she moved to the kitchen, glancing over at the clock. Nope, it wasn't time for the bread to come out of the oven, nor was the bread waiting to go in ready.

Her golden eyes glanced over at what she was working on before he had arrived. It was mostly just getting bread ready. Most of the strenuous work had been done earlier, so it was just repetitive now. Hm, maybe that'd be for the best to teach Yutuka.

"I've already got this batch of dough ready, I just need to knead it a bit more and then shape it to get them ready to bake," she told Yutaka as he washed his hands in the sink. Her eyes flickered to the clock once more; it was almost time for this batch of bread to be finished. "For this bread, it needs to be an oval-ish shape and with generous room in between each other on the trays." Without much thought into it, she separated about half of the dough, placing it next to her for Yutaka to work on it and then began to knead her own portion. Huh, it was much easier to knead it without there being so much to work with in one go.

"Oh, to knead the dough, just push it out with the palms of your hands and then fold it. If it feels too sticky, add a bit of flour. Oh! Why don't you put a bit of flour on your hands, first? It keeps the dough from sticking to your hands," she informed him, watching him tie the apron around him. Airi was happy enough talking about bread and how to make it that his question for her came as something of a surprise. That kind of question had never been directed at her before and, truthfully, she had never given that kind of thing much thought. The firebender loved her family and was so thankful to them, even if Aisen might get on her nerves sometimes or her father might be a bit of a goof or her mother being a bit too high strung.

"No, I don't," she told him, but didn't look up from her work as she spoke, her hands busy kneading the dough. "I, uh, I've had this problem since I was younger. I have troubles with my long term memory. I forget things a lot and sometimes it's really obvious. Back when I was younger, it was really obvious." Airi paused, wondering if this kind of topic was okay for working conversation. But, she guessed, he did ask her if she resented her family. Her memory was a part of who she was today and her relations. "Not many kids wanted to put up with it. Playing games, they'd have to explain the rules every time we played and, even then, I might forget them mid-game. I'm also not very good at names. Because of that, I stayed home a lot. I've worked in this place for quite a while, and the repetitiveness of it is easy for me to follow. I guess, long story short, I'm glad my parents let me work in the bakery. They never made me do it. I always volunteered."

She bit her lip, glancing over at Yutaka. Would he think bad of her? She had gotten better with her memory lately, but perhaps he didn't want to associate with someone that others didn't like to deal with. Would he just up and leave or find some sort of excuse to leave without hurting her feelings? Or, perhaps, he was only here to learn how to bake and it didn't matter from whom he learned it from.

Good parts? Her eyes opened wide with surprise. No one had ever trying to cheer her up when she told them about her disability. Usually, if they didn't leave, they would offer to help her or give her a sign that they understood and wouldn't judge her for it. But Yutaka was trying to... point out the bright side of it? She could hardly believe what came out of his mouth. Airi never even bothered to think of a good side to her memory problem. Living with it, it had always been a hindrance and a thing that set her apart from others, and never in a good way.

"I, uh," Airi found herself at a loss for words. She wished she could wipe the surprised look off her face or close her mouth that hung agape, or even just break herself from such a frozen state and blink. Words had never taken her off guard that badly before. Suddenly, she was conscious of everything about her body. Like her arms just hovering over the bread dough, which was ready to fold, and her hair, stands of it that clung to her lips and a few strands that itched her neck. Finally, after the surprise of his words, she managed to move, her head turning away from him to hide the blush that colored her cheeks a beet red and the stupid expression she wore.

"I've, uh, truthfully never thought of it that way." She whispered, "Thank you." The firebender doubted she'd ever see it as a good thing, but, for now, she might be able to think of it having at least one good outcome to such a problem. Her head turned to see the smile on his lips, his eyes locked on hers. Oh man, this room was hot. Maybe she should check on the oven, make sure it wasn't overheating. The last thing she needed was burnt bread. "A moment," she meekly squeaked out to excuse herself, stiffly making her way towards the oven and opened it slightly. The wave of head that passed over her was warm, but it was no warmer than it had to be. Oh, so she was the one who was heating up.

Yutaka talked about art, or at least a specific artist. It was insteresting to think about, but sadly her mind was elsewhere. He was so nice. He couldn't have just been saying those things, right? Upon her return, he asked if the dough was done yet. "Um, sort of," she breathed nervously. "Here," Airi directed as she stood behind him, placing her hands over his and moved them to push down on the dough, rolling it out, mainly using his palms. "You missed a few little pockets of dry flour. It makes it easier to burn." She moved, not touching any more. "It usually takes more of a palm movement to get it right."

The firebender took his dough and rolled it ahead of her, trying to get the shape just right before setting it on the pan, then moving on to do the same with her dough. "It's pretty simple once you get the basics," Airi began, leaning on the counter. "You try to knock your opponents back and off the platform, if possible. Only water is allow to do head shots and you can't use any other form of bending other than the three that are allowed. So no lightningbending, no sandbending, no turning water into ice or heating up the water. Once you get that, everything else is just refining that. Like, streams of fire or water can't be more than a second long and you can't bend more than one earth disk at a time. Any penalty will result in moving back." She paused to take a breath and to let the information sink in, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Umm, if no one ends up falling off into the sink, the further back you are will determine who wins. So there's three different sections for each team. If both teams are still in their first section, or whichever section, or an equal amount of players have fallen off, then there's a tiebreaker. A coin toss determines which team decides the element used in the tie breaker. First one to fall off looses and the point goes to the other one. There's three rounds, so a possible of three possible points. You need at least two to win the game, but if you manage to get everyone into the sink then it's an automatic win. That's why, even if a team has two points, you still play the third round." A smile graces her lips, proud of herself for remembering so much. "Any questions?"

Airi smiled. "All you need to remember as an earthbender is: don't do any headshots and don't get knocked back," she said, hoping to simplify it for him. Caught up in the euphoria of remembering something long and complicated like probending rules and procedure she must not've kept it in mind that she was talking to someone who had little knowledge of the sport. With that said, she moved over to the oven and opened it a smidgen to see if the bread was ready. It was! She grabbed the oven mitts and opened the door all the way before she carefully pulled the bread out, setting it and the sheet on a clean counter. Quickly rushing to the other side, she grabbed the metal sheet that held the uncooked dough and slide it into the oven, glancing at the clock on her wall. Huh, she was making good time.

The firebender returned to the counter she was positioned at earlier and leaned against it. "Ummm, I'm not an earthbender so I can't really give you a whole lot of specifics but I can remember what the earthbender in my team did," she let him know, even if she didn't have that information currently ready to give him. Trying to stall for time, she made a few motions with her hands as to let him know she was thinking on it when she realized she hadn't taken off the oven mitts yet. With a small, embaressed noise, she stripped her hands of them and her eyes rested on the sight of the burn marks that blemished her skin for a moment though she managed to look away and back at her guest.

"An earthbending probender throws circular disks. Since you can only use one at a time, my teammate focused on accuracy. I can't remember how heavy the disks were, though, so I can't really help you on that regard. Maybem if you want to practice, try lifting rocks and throwing them, see how accurate your throws can be so you can quickly pick up the next one." Airi paused, a finger tapping at her chin as she wondered what else she could say to help him when he began to talk on his own.

"Ooooh," the woman sounded, a child-like look in her eyes as she eyed him. "A woman, huh?" She almost giggled at the thought. N-no of him having a girlfriend! Just, well, her own reaction to it. Here she was, getting asked for help for probending because...? He never really said it, but she had a feeling he wanted to impress this lady, whoever she was. "Got a crush on someone, is that it?" She dropped the childish outlook on it, her mannerisms following suite. If he liked someone, she shouldn't make fun of that, right? Oh dear, she hadn't a whole lot of experience on helping people with thing kind of thing. Was he even asking for help? He had only asked for stuff on probending.