[Ah, she's heard of that happening, skillets and the like absorbing flavor after constant and prolonged use. So she nods in understanding before, while watching him methodically undo the wrapping, starting to feel a bit of apprehension. She hadn't meant to be present when he opened the gifts, so the worry that they're not adequate or appreciated, that she'll see his initial, unhidden reaction of that, is almost overwhelming.
She almost forgets to answer him, or even to take a breath before doing so, because she's been holding it without noticing and you need air to speak]
--Oh. I-I wouldn't know. I haven't opened it. [Since there's nothing she wants that they can, or would, give her]