Sage let out a light hum of amusement in response to her comment, giving her a grin. "You started it," he noted with a laugh. "I think you're the distraction," he added, a laugh still in his voice. Of course they'd moved on by then, as their minds had both turned towards the potential of a good dessert.

"Well, I can't say I've had any of those things, besides maybe cake once as a kid," he msued after a moment. "Make whatever you think you want most," he added with a shrug, rolling onto his back and stretching slightly. He had to admit he was a little sore...he hadn't slept with anyone in a while, so it was safe to say twice in the last 24 hours was a lot more than he was used to. He didn't mind, it was just rather funny. "I think we both deserve a cake," he agreed lightly. Then he wrinkled his nose. "I'm not sure I trust myself baking though," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle. "I'm terrible in the kitchen."

Sage wrinkled his nose slightly in response to her comment, an amused look crossing his face. "That was more than a normal, regular distraction," he protested with a laugh. "If I came nuzzling up to you like that you wouldn't know what to do with yourself either," he added, rolling over so he could stand up and go find his clothes, which she'd tossed across the room, flicking his hair behind his shoulder so he could actually see when he bent over to grab them.

His hair was down to his waist...something that caught him off guard for a moment before he shrugged it off. He supposed he just wasn't sued to wearing it down...it was hard to fight with. And yet he'd never wanted to cut it shorter. It was rather odd, but he didn't care too much. "That's fine," he hummed lightly. It would be a good way to spend their time together. She could try and teach him to at least not screw it up completely. "I can decorate it after fine, but I wouldn't expect too much before that though," he mused lightly, wandering over towards the kitchen to peer into the ingredients they had.

Sage chuckled softly in response to her comment, wandering over and peering at what she already had there and grunting when she mentioned getting the eggs. "Long as it gets in the flour stuff its all the same, isn't it," he sort of muttered, eyeing the mixture warily. He knew enough to pull his hair back though...neither of them would particularly fancy hair in the cake, no matter how much she liked him.

He sighed though, and moved to grab the eggs, holding the carton on one end and tossing it onto the counter. It was a gentle toss, but still a toss. Most of them would probably be fine. He reached for the butter then, wandering back over to her and whatever she already had put together. Though, then he heasitated, glancing between the eggs and butter. "Which one first," he askes after a moment, clearly trying to process everything in front of him. He'd never baked anything....hardly ever cooked anything. The one time he'd been in a kitchen he'd accidently set the soup on fire, somehow, so he really did know nothing about cooking. Or baking. Or kitchens, to be completely honest.

Sage sort of blinked at her as she told him which went in first, and he looked down at the butter in confusion. "how's this gonna get mixed up in that," he asked, setting it to the side and reaching for the egg carton, sort of heasitating as he tried to figure out which egg he should be grabbing, eventually just grabbing one from the middle of the carton. Of course, he hadn't expected to be that...fragile....so when he picked it up it sort of jsut broke in his hand and he let out a yelp of surprise, dropping it like it was hot or something, letting out a wild string of curses as he lept backwards.

It was rather dramatic, but for one, that had definitely surprised him, and for two...it just felt weird. Slimy and cold and just...not what he had expected at all. Jora was laughing, and he couldn't help but chuckle along, a slightly embarrassed blush forming on his face. He wiped the egg off his hands, onto his pants, heasitantly reaching for another one, this time grabbing it with his thumb and forefinger, trying rather hard not to break this one. He sort of just slowly moved it over to the bowl, then looking back over at her in defeat. He really had no clue what he was doing, though he was sure that was probably obvious. But how was he supposed to crack it where it got in the bowl and not on him? Or without eggshells in the batter? That wouldn't taste good, right?

Sage sort of heasitated as she reached over to guide his hand slightly, sort of eyeing the egg as she mentioned not being so nervous about it. "It kind of is a grenade," he grumbled, though his voice wasn't upset at all.

He moved to tap the egg on the edge of the bowel after a moment, knowing on the lip ring. He was probably concentrating much harder than he needed to....but he did want to figure this out, at least a little bit.

It cracked, barely split in half, but he managed to fumble the egg insides into the bowl. It definitely wasn't pretty, but it was in the bowl, and the shell was outside the bowl. He tossed the leftover shell into the sink with a huff of air. "How many of these do we need to do," he asked, turning back to her, wiping his hands on his pants, eyeing the open egg carton. He couldn't say he particularly enjoyed cracking eggs, but he didn't dislike it either. His brain just hurt a little bit. It was slightly amusing though, and he was enjoying spending the time with Jora. He was very giving her some entertainment.