"Cooking, check. I may want to poison you some day. Cleaning, of course. I like clean places, and I wouldn't leave it up to you. You're old enough to run a load on a washing machine, and don't even dream I'll wash your underwear."<br/><br/>She crossed her arms, her face almost as red as her hair. She was really, really furious. The nerve on this guy.<br/><br/>"I have every problem one can have with that. I won't take care of you, or clean up after you. I'm not your mother."