Ita was not a talented scholar at all. And languages confused her more than anything else. Even math made some sense - fractions and conversions were necessary for cooking. But, languages were entirely different. She wasn't really an expert in English as it was.
And it was unlikely that his timidity would make her run away. It would only make her reach out to him more. No matter how long it took, Ita was patient when it came to people. Everyone needed a friend, and she was willing to be that friend. More than willing. Eager.
"Well, this," she said gesturing toward the chopped mess in front of her, "is going to be pear and onion relish. In the oven, I have cranberry apple tartlets, which..." she sniffed the air, "will be ready in a few moments."
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Kin. I actually made extra tartlets, so if you're planning on hanging around, you can have one." Ita smiled. Food always helped with making friends. It was customary to share food as a gesture of welcome in most cultures, wasn't it?
"We're not so different from humans," she answered cheerily. "I mean, unless we're in our element. I get all shimmery and watery. But otherwise, I bleed red and everything." She flashed a cheery smile. Had she known Kin was a vampire, she might have chose a different turn of phrase. But as it was, she felt it fitting. He might have gotten the impression she bled water or something.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch what you are?" she asked politely. It was so cool being around these supernaturals. With that, she wiped her hands on her jeans again, and went over to the oven to pull out the tartlets. Yep, perfectly golden crust, and gooey filling.