The dough had rested now. Raizen removed the damp cloth and pressed his finger into the surface.
The dough bounced slightly, yielding to pressure, then springing back when he removed his finger. Soft. Elastic. Alive.
Perfect. At least according to the book, perfect.
He dusted the table with flour - a light coating, just enough to keep the dough from sticking - and set the ball in the center.
The book said to roll it thin. "As thin as you can without tearing it. You should be able to see light through it."
Raizen picked up the rolling pin. It was way heavier than it looked - solid wood, smooth and surprisingly new. It still felt good in his hands. Not as a weapon, but as a fun-to-use tool. He pressed it into the dough and rolled forward. The dough resisted immediately, pushing back against the pin, refusing to flatten.
Raizen applied more pressure. The dough flattened slightly, then sprang back when he lifted the pin.
He rolled again. And again.
