"It's got to be hard, to have something- god, just taken away from you. Not that it's necessarily what you want to do, but... you should do it, if you want to do it. I know that seems sort of-" She's mincing the orange peel without thinking, and the kitchen is starting to just now smell like baking bread. "... Trite, I guess, but if you still want to box... do it. Go for it."

She reaches around him to sprinkle in a good teaspoon of the orange bits while he's mixing the butter, and she rolls her shoulders into a shrug. "I'm a person," is her answer to him saying she's a good person. She doesn't feel like it, because she keeps lying to everyone, because of a lot of reasons, but she nods. "Yeah - whatever you want. I'm an open book." She flashes a smile, and grabs a whisk to lightly beat the eggs. "Ask away."