Marta watched as Ezra took the flour and coated his hands before reaching in and started to move the dough around with his hands. Marta was definitely intrigued, she never imagined using her hands as the mixer, but it made sense. She watched him carefully, taking in his movements, how he rolled the dough and seemed to fold it over itself. He made it look so simple, yet Marta was sure she wouldn't be as successful. When he stopped, the dough still was only about half way mixed. She faced Ezra as he took her hands and put flour in them and before she could continue herself, Ezra put his hands on her cheeks and gave her a quick peck. She smiled, but glared playfully, fully aware there was now flour all over her face. 

She reached up and wiped a little off on her forearms, and dropped her arms, instantly the flour getting on her dress. She went to go wipe it off, forgetting her hands were already coated in flour, and the result was even more flour on her dress. "Well good job Marta" she mumbled to herself, not caring about her dress so much as just making a mess in general. 

Letting it go for now, she turned and faced the counter again and reached in and grabbed the dough. She smiled; it felt like soft clay, something she loved playing with as a child. She moved it around, trying to mimic Ezra's motions as best as she could. Once all the ingredients seemed to be blended together and the dough was all stuck together, she lifted it out onto the bowl, placing it on the counter which was covered in flour from her sloppiness. She looked around and tried to find the rolling pin, noticing it sitting on the shelf above her. She reached up, not realizing that on the same shelf was a box of flour, thankfully almost empty, but enough to create a disaster. Because as Marta pulled the rolling pin down, not realizing it, bumped the box of flour over and it all poured on top of her head.

She let out a gasp and jumped back, flour flying everywhere. Her hair, face and shoulders were ghost white now. She looked over at Ezra, a face of a guilty child who got caught trying to steal cookies, and said "I am so sor..." she began to apologize before sneezing and a flour cloud forming around her head.