Yellow Weaver
"We strain it! Quick!"
Quick?
Loomi scrambled to get the strainer ready in the sink before rushing to get the bot over. More water sloshed out across the kitchen floor, but she managed to dump it all into the strainer. Slowly the water drained out, leaving only the soft and tender pasta in the shape of normally recognizable historical figures.
Not that Loomi recognized any of them of course.
"Golly," Loomi sighed with relief. "I think we used the wrong size for the pot..."