Once again, Tim was startled by her voice, but he obeyed, getting up and walking into the kitchen again. His hand was on his arm again, tugging aat his sleeve over the crook of his arm. He walked up to her, shrugging his shoulders a bit and exhaling loudly. He felt a bit self conscious right now, considering that Sophia had just seen him in the almost-nude, soaking wet, scars exposed, everything. He still felt a little uneasy knowing that she could have seen them. 

They were very personal.

"Ah, I dont really know food, so, I dunno if my opinion will be any good, y'know?" he said, biting his lip a bit.