Not going to admit it.

"We don't get to cook?!" Dante exclaimed, disappointed.

"I'd love to swap with you. I much prefer sawing wood down to size."

"I doubt we'll be allowed to swap...I always end up hurting myself doing woodwork..."

"Sorry to hear that. I always burn myself cooking. See?" Althea said, showing him her hand. There was a scar from a burn down her palm.

"Ow! How did you do that?!" Dante asked, seemingly worried.

"I got boiling cheese on my hand," Althea said, laughing.

Dante blinked. "Wow..."

"More ow, actually," Althea said with a sheepish smile. "I'm really clumsy."

"No...your eyes are really pretty..." Dante said, suddenly realising.

"Oh, wow. Thanks," Althea said, blushing. "Nice non-sequitur."

Dante blushed red. "Sorry!"

"No problem," Althea said, still pink. "I'm not used to spontaneous compliemts."

"I'm not used to giving them..." Dante coughed nervously.

"Oh, we match then," Althea smiled, laughing. "I like your hair."

Dante laughed and blushed a little. "Thanks..."