"Okay. Me." He repeats that as if that is anymore clear. It's not. He's really uncertain, because he has less things here that someone might be angry at him for. Unless that was her food he stole from the fridge the night before.

He blinks at her for a minute, considering that. Slowly he relaxes, shoulders unhunching. He blinks at her for a long time, stunned.

"Whoa. That's why I came up to the Inn for breakfast. I tried to do things myself and... Like it caught fire," he admits, just staring at her. "How'd you do that?"