The barbeque hadn't even crossed Sloane's mind, she just needed time to collect herself and time to stop blushing because it would only make her even more embarrassed. Remembering that the barbeque equaled fire, Sloane could feel a thin sheen of sweat from on her hand and was thankful Amelia asked her to cut vegetables.
Sloane rolled her eyes, "I'll try not to cut my fingers off." she answered, a light tone of sarcasm colouring her voice. She picked up a knife and started cutting the vegetables, very aware of Will standing in the room.