I would. [no real hesitation, which surprises her. she's wary of anything that might seem like an order, to utilize her as a weapon. but this doesn't. feels like something more, a protective instinct perhaps.]

Yes, a few eggs in a pan, flip it... didn't seem too difficult, in theory. But I... [a frustrated sigh.] Was struggling figuring out the flipping part. Ended up losing grip of the handle. And then my reflexes were unfortunately faster than my sense, because I grabbed for it- [yeah she realizes it's dumb, thanks.] Anyway the omelet ended up tasting like singed rubber. [which is her way of saying yes, please, rather than accepting the offer outright.]