[She moves clumsily, carefully spooning polite little bites of oatmeal into her mouth with her broken fingers held awkwardly stiff and splinted away from the handle of the utensil. It works, though, she's almost done... and there's quite a few empty plates at her place at the table.

His answer is one that might deserve a laugh. She tries to remember how she'd laughed at Hei, in that grimy safehouse... but it's a bit difficult to make that more convincing. She'll practice it more first.

Instead, she moves her shoulders as if she was amused, a silent chuckle.]

What do you like to cook... ? I'll trade you, of course... to be fair, but I'm much better at baking than cooking.

[Better at taking orders and following directions than being creative or inventive... ? Something like that.]

I'd love to be shown the kitchens as part of the tour, if you don't mind... That, and any other place here you think is worth knowing.