“Sometimes…I think I need to handle you with dragonhide gloves.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Kurumi asked folding her arms across her chest.

Adam looked around the kitchen at the mess that Kurumi had made throwing gobs of dough at a cockroach in her feeble attempt to immobilize it, but it had managed to escape.

“Do I really have to answer that?” he laughed swaying a bit.

Kurumi blushed as she tallied the damages. “It’s not like I am a Blast-Ended Skrewt.”

“True, but you certainly can be dangerous when it comes to baked goods!”