[At least Jean has some sense with cooking. Mikasa might have tried some foods at festivals and had regrets. One time she got a cracker thing, it tasted nice. Then she turned it over and found legs.]

Seeing me might not help... [She sighs. He hadn't been here when she'd done it. But she may have set something on fire, maybe.] Normally it's magic here. [And with that he gets a small nod. Then she's off again, into her room, leaving the door open.

And she's back. Carrying a hoop and some fabric, just gonna plonk herself down and start some needlework.]

It's probably good to learn a little. Just in case. Healing sounds useful, I wish I could learn that. [Instead of all her weird fae quirks. But now it was time for awkward silence.]