Ezra watched in amusement as Marta attempted to make the cookies without his help. He stood with his hands crossed over his chest trying not to take over, which was something his father always scolded him for. He loved cooking too much that watching someone else do it was painful. She wasn't doing bad though for it being what appeared to be her first time in any sort of kitchen. Eventually he found himself leaning on the table resting his head on his arms figuring out when she would ask him for help or if she would continue working on her own. The excitement in her eyes kept him entertained. He was actually quiet impressed that she had figured out what to use to measure items and how much each thing was. The directions were merely just there, it seemed like she had memorized the recipe before she'd even started and Ezra wasn't sure really how she did it. He'd always had bad memory so having the recipes written out for him step by step had a life savor when he started cooking himself.

When she finally let out a sigh and looked at him his smile grew and he picked up a whisk, "this will make it fluff up. Be gentle though. You want some air pockets," he said placing it in her hand. He stood half behind her while placing his hand over top of hers to show her how to use it properly. "Many people mess up here because they do it too much or too fast or too rough. You want to take it nice and slow," he whispered like he was trying not to disturb the mixture.

His body pressed against her back as he let go of her hand, but stayed close enough in case she didn't feel like she was doing it right. Once he saw her get the hang out of it he moved away and began slicing the fruit to making the filling of the cookies. He'd never thought he'd be teaching a girl to bake. Normally all Jewish girls were naturals in the kitchen and his need to learn had usually been a hobby, but with Marta he was glad he had the skill because he was pretty sure she would start fire if she ever needed to use the stove.