When her father spoke she listened in not turning around until she heard the final piece. She turned to him and tilted her head curiously. Trying to think what it was he meant by that. Then she turned around as soon as she realized what it was in shyness before she spotted what they needed. "Aha!!!" Grabbing it she dragged it out but still sat upon the countertop. Turning so she faced them both, she sat on her knees there on the counter, holding the sack of rice in her lap. She read the note her mother left written on the side with instructions on how to cook it. Silently she kept reading, tapping a finger on her lower lip. Her legs spreading apart as she grew comfortable in what she was doing. Giving the two before her yet another glance at some not so often seen parts of her. "Hmm... we'll need a pot, then both the dry and liquid measuring cups boys. So, would someone kindly help me down?" She giggled waiting for one of them to offer her aid. She could of course jump down, but it was safer to get down with help. Especially with how tight the kitchen was. She didn't want to end up hurting herself.