" Let me cook, okay?” He took the pot from her. The water sloshed, spilling on his shoes. “I guarantee I won’t set anything on fire.”
“That happened one time,” she said. “I’m not a walking, talking hazard.”
Like so much of what she said about herself, it was both a joke and not a joke.
“I know you’re not,” he said seriously. Then he added, “That’s why you’re going to chop the saltfruit for me. "

― Veronica Roth , Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)