Agatha stared mutely at Barrel's bare chest, trying to figure out what to say. He definitely had some flab in the gut area, to be sure, but he was not, in fact, a flabby guy. His skin wasn't pulled tight over bulging muscles, but the muscles were still very definitely there. She wondered how much he could actually lift. 

Carver smirked ever so slightly and tapped out a message as she spoke. "Yeah, well, Agatha here didn't trust me with the detergent, but she did offer to help out." [i]I'll replace one of your spices if you pick up that full trash can and hold it over your head with one hand.[/i] "It was her idea to come to you, though." [i]Two, if you ignore that you're doing it.[/i]

Agatha blushed and shrugged; she was grateful that Carver was giving her credit for being helpful and talking her up to Barrel, but she was afraid he'd get turned off to her if it got layed on too thick. She didn't want to look like she was trying too hard. Or that she'd forgotten how he'd stared into her eyes earlier. 

...Or that she'd stopped being mad at him for staring into her eyes to get her to forgive him. 

Damn it...