"Well you're already warmer than me, aren't you?" Dora pointed out. She could even feel the warmth from his hands seeping through the skin on her knee. "I mean, you've never gotten fevers as easily as the rest of us because your natural temperature's higher, isn't it? So maybe that's made you immune to whatever this is."
She sighed and gave him a smile. "You're tired," she said, looking up at him. "Don't feel as if I'm hogging the bedroom. You should rest up there if you need to. See, I told you it's my turn to worry now."
She paused a moment, wrinkling her nose. "And don't worry about the cake either. All you have to know is that I'm not making it, so there'll be no chance of poisoning. I've no clue what happened that I somehow missed getting the cooking gene mum has."