Xander gave Bobby a soft smile again and sat on the swing. "Why do you say that?" he asked, "Do I look like I would be able to cook?" he laughed. "I think I would do a bad job..." he shook his head. His hands held onto the chains that held the swing, as he knew that falling off would be a bad option for him. "Besides... I don't really know if it's something I can manage.. Stress would be really bad for me.." he told her. And it was true, Stress would make his Heart Problem much worse. "I'll have to think about other ways for me to get a job that doesn't require such stress.." he smiled, poking her forehead with his finger.