The boy stared in disbelief for a second. "Are you serious? I just said-- no, you know what? I don't care. Do what you want and leave me out of it!" He glared over at Dante. "But you'd better eat every bet of whatever you two make, because if I find out that any of it gets wasted, I'm spit roasting [i]you[/i] for the next meal, capisci?!" Fuming, he dropped the kitchen knife and went to get the dishes. "I'm going to go serve my amateur work before the rest of the student body decides that they can walk in and make their own."