Amaya's mouth almost instantly fell open to protest that very first part, then clamped shut again, that first hint of that usually ubiquitous blushing in their conversations finally making an appearance (underneath the sunburn, anyway). That first clink of those defenses starting to raise back up as her shoulders squared a little, and then the flush was more of an angry one, at herself, for having noticed enough to distract herself past really hearing what else Irene was saying. Thankfully, though, she was able to focus back in on the last part, and she found it was something she could easily roll with.

And pretty well, too, she thought, grinning faintly now and shrugging a shoulder that was still probably too stiff to be as casual as she would have liked, but...

"Easy," she said, and, really, pretty proud of herself, because who didn't love a full circle? "Multitasking. Just think of all the other things your hands can do when they're not wasting all that time cracking eggs!"