"Well, duh." Ember joked back at Amani. He mimicked flipping his hair over his shoulder. "I'm absolutely beautiful." And Ember was hot or on fire or any other cheesy phrase. Except he wasn't necessarily so in the attractive way. He was a fifteen year old boy; it was a good day to be called cute. Eventually though, maybe he'd grow up to be a handsome stud. Then he could make all the 'on-fire' puns he wanted. 

He jumped back as Rachael chucked the knife at Nathaniel. His arms quickly to cover his face. As a few seconds passed and there was no bloodcurdling screams, Ember removed his arms from his face. "Okay. I think I just had a mini heart attack." He exaggerated, putting his hand over his chest. He could easily tell that Rachael hadn't meant to hit Nathaniel, but... that also meant her aim was wonderful. "So, like... Cool." Because there was really nothing else to say.

As someone asked about maple syrup, Ember began to search through the fridge of cabinets until he found it. He set it down on the table. "There."