Kyle shakes his head a little. His parents taught him some, growing up. He learned a little more from some K.P. duty in the military. Something about his attitude needing improvement. He means it when he says he doesn't actually know that much at all about cooking, but hey, if it impresses the girl, who is he to complain. He's not really one for false modesty.

"After you burned me?" He asks, exaggerating how scandalized his is as he holds up his hand - which is barely pink. "I don't know. I think you might be trying to kill me."