Thumbelina whips about the balls of her feet and beams at Damian. "I am! I hope you don't mind, but I already started getting out some supplies I thought we'd need." She obviously does not understand 'rhetorical' and its correct application.

She moves aside a scooch to give Damian room at the counters. "I can't wait to learn some of your recipes. They sounded really good from what people told me." She takes up a spatula, giving Damian an eager expression that'd belong to any willing student.