She was almost glad he hadn't asked, but in a way she kind of needed to talk to someone. She hadn't said anything to anybody. Even her parents thought they were still together. It was almost sad, but she refused to admit that. She liked to think of it as hopeful. Instead, she refrained from voicing any of her thoughts and looked down at the brightly colored square.
"Oh. Sure," she said, reaching out and taking it from him. "...I... don't know how to do it." How would one go about this kind of thing? He'd been turning it, but it didn't look all that sturdy. What if it broke? She could probably afford a new one, but where would she get it?