That's not a fuck off you loser! That's promising! Gojyo takes a step into the kitchen; the garlic bread smells amazing and it's taking real effort to keep his attention on Chikusa and not on the promise of hot buttery bread.

"I dunno." It's easy to be honest abou his ability -- or inability -- when his self-esteem's about on par with a puddle of mud. "I can cut stuff up?" His gaze drifts around the kitchen briefly, looking for other ways he can help. Ah. There. He nods at the sink. "I can do the dishes?"

Let him help, Chikusa. This is a peace offering -- please accept it.