[ Hm... He can't really tell by looking either, but he tentatively opens the oven door and—-

very nearly pokes one of the mounds of dough with his finger, before remembering that that's a stupid idea, and goes to fetch a knife instead. Upon his return, he pokes each of them in turn, some of them sliced neatly through like soft bread, some he can only tap on because they're as hard as cracker, some that lift off the sheet like paste when he pulls the knife away. ]

Let's take this one out. It'll be soft and sticky even after it cools. We flatten it out as thin as possible, and then sort of... [ He makes a cupping gesture with both hands, clasped together as if to hold something inside. ]