Sage chuckled and shrugged. "Pancakes it is!" He started gathering ingredients and bowls and stuff to make them and brought it over. "You wanna help make them, Sam?" He would do most of it, but it would do her some good to pour stuff into the bowl if he gave her a measuring cup with stuff in it, or let her stir it a bit.
Sage grinned sheepishly. "I'll clean it later. Sometimes fun is messy." He had flour all over himself, and so did Sam. "Why don't get get you a bath while the pancakes cook," he asked her, not really asking but telling.