[The compliment makes her smile as she turns back to her cutting board. There's much she would say if things were different, less new perhaps, or less recently emotional. It's been quite a while since she had something here to truly look forward to and now she has one, but it's all the more precious for being so fragile. An errant move in the wrong direction could upset things beyond repair.]
[So she says nothing, only sings. Whether to herself or to him it's impossible to say, but her voice is soothing and soft. Maybe the only comfort she feels she can offer him right now, because he likely won't even know she's offering it.]