He looked terribly unsure, looking around. "Uh, uh, uh... I don't know. Do you like... noodles? Or... sandwiches? With cooked meat?"
"Right... except... it's by a stove. A stove means fire. A fire means..." His eyes were getting wider and wider and he shook his head. "That's it. We can never eat again."
She rolled her eyes, grabbing a pot. "If it makes you feel better, I'll sit while you use the stove."
"I can do that," he said with a nod, heading over to the sink. "I think. I haven't cooked in a while."
She sighed, going out to sit in one of the chairs and watch him, leaning back comfortably and folding her hands over her torso as she shut her eyes. "Don't burn it."