She watched as the ball of yarn vanished before her eyes. That was weird, to her. She hadn't seen him make it, but the disappearance was more abrupt than it's appearance and her eyebrows rose just the slightest. She was still always amazed and a bit dazzled by the things people could do. She hadn't known anyone who could do things before she came here. I was just another very, very large amount of culture shock to get used to. First, America, second, Mutant Culture. A lot of assimilation to be done.
He did in fact seem to like what she had brought and she smiled. She didn't make the biscuits, but she had made the bannock herself, and she was proud that it tasted good. She had been making a lot of Scottish things to feel more at home. Sometimes it helped, but it also tended to make her a bit more lonely. "Yer welcome." She replied, looking down a little modestly. She never took thank you's very well.
"Tha's nice. I don' remember all what's what here yet." She knew a few things at this point, but really it had only been a couple of months and her knowledge of America was, while growing, still shamefully small. She listened to all the places he had lived, and was thoroughly impressed. She had only lived in Glasgow and New York. Her passport was sadly dull.
Speaking with his mouth full, she couldn't help but let out a little bit of a laugh, shaking her head. "Yah. Can't find a good cuppa here, no' yet anyhow."