Dare sighed heavily as Micky spoke. Yah he knew that, but he still worried about them. About all of them. Their safety was his responsibility. Like his sisters had been. Like always he was worried about any of them being harmed. He hated the worry and it ate at him making him edgy and wanting release in the form of a deadly activity. He wanted to go hunt, to go run, to go jump off cliffs. He shoved all those away and finished up putting away the groceries they'd brought.<br/><br/>"I burn water Rem, so I'm not touching rice," he said tossing the rice bag at Rem and picking up onions. He started to cut them into small sections like Rem had showed him in the past. This he could do. His knife blurred with speed as he twirled the blade. He loved knives and the feel of them in his hand. He chopped quickly and precisely.<br/><br/>He always got in the way in a kitchen, so he made sure to stay at the outer edge of it on the counter furthest from Rem so he wouldn't interfere with the food. He liked good food.