"Hate to break it to you, but cooking is one." She grins a bit, "Though you can just ignore 'em. No one has forced me to do the assigned chores yet."

For his sake, Dairine hopes the same. She winces a little.

"Been there before." She pulls her legs up onto the seat so she's sitting cross-legged. "...Do you wanna talk about it?"

There's no pressure if he'd rather not. She'll get it.