[Although a gold spoon would be totally bitching, he is also not into wearing oven mitts just to stir a pot. He still hasn't found a cute set and like hell he's going to wear the set provided. No style there.
She's giving him an out and he's sorely tempted to take it. He's never been good with uncomfortable things and this is about as uncomfortable as it comes. He fidgets on the edge of the kitchen, eyeing the hallway and thus his room where he could go to escape. His eyes flick between her back and his refuge, until he finally decides.]
Yeah, no, I'm not leaving you alone in my kitchen. I'll supervise from here though, thanks.
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The blisters? Yeah. I'm not huge on blisters.
[Although a gold spoon would be totally bitching, he is also not into wearing oven mitts just to stir a pot. He still hasn't found a cute set and like hell he's going to wear the set provided. No style there.
She's giving him an out and he's sorely tempted to take it. He's never been good with uncomfortable things and this is about as uncomfortable as it comes. He fidgets on the edge of the kitchen, eyeing the hallway and thus his room where he could go to escape. His eyes flick between her back and his refuge, until he finally decides.]
Yeah, no, I'm not leaving you alone in my kitchen. I'll supervise from here though, thanks.
[Free labor, free labor, yeah!]