“I doubt it being a puffskein inspires much knowledge either.” Nico brought his hand up to rub over his jaw, giving it a moment’s thought before shaking his head. “No, can’t say I’ve ever made paella. Not sure if I’ve ever even had it. So maybe the puffskein knows better than me.”
He raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. “You make jewellery? How is that -- you like it?” It wasn’t a career he’d ever really thought about people doing, especially not people close in age to himself. “Do you make all kinds of it? Bracelets, rings, all that…”