If Les notices the tension in her, he doesn't say anything. He just continues chopping the tomatoes she gave him until they are all in a neat little pile on the counter. It isn't that he doesn't care that there could be something wrong with her, but he's learned that it's best to wait for people to come to you. Or maybe that's just him. He doesn't like to talk about his feelings or problems. Maybe they are the same that way.

Placing down the knife, he looks at her proudly. His culinary prowess is already surprising him. This won't be so hard after all. "Just tell me what to do. I learn quick," he says.