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Sage squeaked when she threw it back at him, tossing another handful at her. They had a brief war before they'd both collapsed laughing
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Amira scooted over to Sage, still giggling as she kissed him
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Sage kissed her back, still amused by it all and catching his breath. He wrapped an arm around her though, eyes glittering
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"You, sir, are covered in flour" She noted, brushing some off him
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Sage chuckled softly and nodded. "So are you," he noted, slowly catching his breath and looking around. "The whole kitchen is," he added with amusement. "Let's finish this cake, then we can clean up and change," he suggested
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"Okay..." Amira huffed dramatically, getting up and brushing some flour off of Sage's arm with a laugh
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Sage just grinned at her and moved to stand up as well, working on finishing the cake and getting it in the oven
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Once it was in the oven, Amira pecked Sage's lips and began cleaning up
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Sage kissed her back and helped clean up. He wiped everything down while she swept, then wandered off to hop in the shower quick and rinse off before changing into clean clothes
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Amira just changed and brushed her hair, not wanting to shower. She felt too cold already
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