It takes Emmalina a few minutes of blushing and stammering to come up with a response. "Sorry, not what I meant- I mean- you're very nice too?" she manages, then takes a second to compose herself.

"I meant, I don't really have useful skills," she clarifies. "If you think there's somewhere in Raxwell I could learn as I go, at least? I... think I could do that. Would rather do that. I did all right learning cooking." She's not going to be a famous chef, but she's decent.