The two of you are in the kitchen. He would have preferred to cook alone, but he couldn't refuse you when you so kindly offered to help him. There are wonderful smells coming from the kitchen stove that make you feel hungry, despite the fact that you ate a hearty meal an hour ago. The kitchen apron hugs his figure while he is standing with his back to you. You're chopping vegetables.

"I hope you can chop the vegetables."

He turns to you with a cheeky smile and his eyes widen slightly when he sees that the vegetables are quickly running out.

"Don't tell me you're craftily eating vegetables, kitty."