Phillip tensed just a little when he felt Amy's hands over his when peeling the shrimp. "Aha, when I wanted to learn how to cook, I didn't expect there to be so much...um, physical contact involved." He tried to laugh it off nervously, hoping his own maid didn't notice the discomfort of their closeness together. "I am your boss after all...I think I can handle it now," he said once all the shrimp had been taken cafe of. Time went by fast, and the boy with the eye-patch couldn't help but admire Amy's skill in the culinary field. "Whoah....you said you wanted to be a chef, right Amy? Did you do a lot of cooking back home?"

Upon asking such a thing, Phillip immediately shook his head in apology. "Er, sorry if that's a personal subject! I didn't mean to intrude like that! But, I am curious about your background. Considering you now work for me and all that..." His voice trailing off, Phillip have Amy a puzzled look when she mentioned pizza dough tricks. "Don't tell me your gonna spin it on one finger like those fancy chefs with the cliche hats, right?" He was probably thinking of basketballs; but no, that's not what Amy did. What she did however, amazed him greatly.

"W-Wow. Amy you're...sorry, it's just that I'm kinda useless compared to you. I guess that's why you're a maid...sorry, that wasn't funny at all." He certainly had a habit of rapidly apologizing a lot. When Amy asked if he wanted to try, a goofy grin spread from ear to ear. "Sure!" Without thinking, Phillip took a patch of dough, tossed it around in his hands, before throwing it up high in the air...only to pause when it didn't come back down again.

"Huh?" He looked up to see the gooey dough plastered right on to the kitchen ceiling. "That...doesn't count."