“Don’t worry. This won’t hurt you,” the little girl said majestically. She wiped the leaf on his lips.
Detlef sucked in a breath as his eyes started to water. “Won’t hurt? It burns like pepper on an open wound.”
She scrunched her face and peered up at him hopefully. “Won’t hurt…much?”
He laughed. “Whoo-eee.” And blinked the tears away. "I'll be reluctant to try your cooking when you grow up."