[She walks past him, rapping him on the shoulder with a balled up fist as her way of saying "you've been missed". Her eyes widen for a moment, cocking her head to the side over the last statement he makes.]

Never figured you for a cook. I'm.. I'm not really good at doin' stuff with food. Carrying things on a plate I can do, but making it?

[She holds up her mitten-covered hands, laughing loudly as her boisterous voice hangs above their conversation.]

I'd say I'm butter-fingers but I guess it's more like I'm all thumbs, huh?