I suppose that's true as well. [She'd point out that she only did it because her hands were already full with mending, but it's not in Jennifer's nature to argue. What if he got mad? In the end it was better to just accept it, regardless of how much he meant it or her need to be humble.

Which also went double for compliments or praise. She blushes and looks flustered, hands going to the shirt she'd been working on to mess with it, needing the distraction.] Oh, um-- Thank you. That... That's kind of you to say. If I talk to more people... Yes, I'll have to do that.

May we... also talk more? If it's not a bother, of course.