"Not yet. But you know how fast that girl works." The biscuit dough had just barely combined into a crumbly dough, butter still frozen. Jake snaps his fingers, indicating for Finn to hop to, sous-chef style. "Yo Finny, get me the biscuit cutter."

The 'biscuit-cutter' in this case being a very sharp metal circle Finn had hastily created by cutting a tin-can in half with the grass sword.