Hed probably be more burned then the food he tried to cook later though. The boy awkwardly adjusted his glasses.

She watched him carefully before finally saying, "Come into the house. You should probably put something on that." She waved to his red skin

Newt nodded and followed her inside. He was relieved to not be in any sunlight.

"You burn easily," she noted

"I have albinism, ma'am. That's normally why I dont try to go outside especially in summmer......" newt said.

"Have you ever tried sunscreen? Does it help any?"

"Yes and not by much. I still roast like fried chicken."

"Hmm." She didn't say anything else, deep in thought

Newt fiddled with the hem of his (now dirt-stained) shirt. His hood was now off as well.

"Well, we can't have you looking like that, people will think I abuse you."