[She doesn't even catch on what it is that has him acting so flustered himself, her head tipping to one side with her hands still up while she tries to grab his gaze again, but he looks away from her before she can. Odd... She's just going to lean the broom against the nearest wall with a crooked smile so that she can move on to wiping down the tables and counters.]

Yeah, I think so too. Maybe we can find a woodworker who'd be willing to make them.

[And maybe help him with the rest of the house, too.

Speaking of—]

I'm not much of a handywoman myself but I can help with a bit. Not like I've never held a hammer before. And you could teach me what you know.