"You certainly have never been inside a kitchen before," Ezra said with a little sigh as he grabbed a towel out of one of the shelves and tried his best to dust her off. "You're like a child, you know that? Watching you is like watching a baby take their first steps. Clumsy at first, then they get the hang of it, and then they fall down," he gave her a small smile as he got most of the flour off her head. He was half tempted to take over the rest of the baking, but then she'd never learn so he held back.

He was glad his dad had gone upstairs, if he would have seen the mess they'd made he'd probably have a fit. His father was a clean baker, never leaving a trace behind. It was like as he cooked he cleaned. There never seemed to be flour on the tables or dishes in the sink when his dad was in charge. While Ezra was more messy when he made things. You could tell he'd been in the kitchen because he never cleaned up after himself. Things tended to just sit over night until his mom or dad came down to fix everything up before starting the morning pastries. 

"You can do it though. I have complete faith in your ability to make these cookies all on your own. Just....try to use a little less flour and try not to get it in your eyes. Trust me...it burns," Ezra said as he put the towel down and looked her over. She was a complete wreck and the kitchen looked like it had just snowed. He dusted some of the flour onto the floor and then grabbed a broom from the closet. He started to sweep up the mess making sure to keep a close on eye on her as she finished the last bit of preping before the cookies were to meet the oven.