Kijani watched Taylor carefully as he cooked, trying to commit his movements to memory. She was silent until he started talking about teaching her drinks. "...wait, you want to give me your job? I--" 

So many things she could say. She'd never had a job before- never had to work. While she did have an excellent memory, she really didn't know anything about liquor. That, and she was a total stranger in this town. Wouldn't they look at her strangely, some upper-crust city girl slumming it in the countryside? Even deeper still, if he was going to take over the bar, she'd be working for him. She did not want to fail, especially since it would... be a detriment to the only person who'd showed her true kindness in many, many years.

"I... I don't know what to say, Taylor." She rubbed the back of her neck. "Y-yes, let's... let's see the rides, and I'll think about it."