The burst of magic certainly wasn't expected, and even Ochako seems a little shocked by both it and her outburst. Usually she has a better reign on her anger...but even her saintly patience had run its course. Still, she's embarrassed by it, and shakes out her hair of flour, assisting in getting as many of the wayward ingredients caught before they animate again.

"It's fine...I-I'm sorry I yelled like that," Ochako breathes out, rubbing the back of her neck then grimacing as she remembers she's still covered in flour. Ugh, a wash will be necessary when she gets home. "Maybe you can just, um...help me with the recipe? Then I can use my own magic to put a spin on it."

A pause, as Ochako goes to wash her face with a wet cloth, and she thinks about something. "You have...alchemy magic, right? What about making a really fancy box to put these in? Or...oh! Emet-san, can you make edible gold flakes?"