What was with everyone commenting on his hair today? Already Kitty said the humidity had probably done terrors (which was true), and now Tabitha was suggesting his might catch on fire or something. They didn't need to worry because he would never let something that horrible happen. Ever. "It won't ruin," he replied, his voice soft and child-like. Jean-Paul had a boyish attitude that could either be charming or annoying depending on the person perceiving it.
Jean-Paul moved in a bit closer, thinking he might learn a few basics from the way Dante handled the peppers, and before he could get a whiff of the veggies, he caught a different kind of scent. There was no particular name for the smell he'd found in his mind, only the memories it produced of being outdoors, trailing through the woods in the middle of Autumn. It didn't seem like perfume or cologne, but he didn't think anything in the kitchen was producing it. In only a matter of seconds, he chalked it up to a random occurrence as the bite of peppers filled his nostrils instead.
"Ooh," he commented on all the extra things being added to an otherwise plain dinner. Dante was only using instincts, knowing what tasted good with what, whereas Jean-Paul would have no clue. He would probably be a horrible taste tester even though he enjoyed eating lots of things since identifying tastes was a weak point. "You might want to watch out," Jean-Paul's gaze lazily found Tabitha, "you never when she's going to explode."