Roxy shrugged. In her world if you couldn't learn it on your own then you didn't learn it. She failed in the kitchen. She saw little reason to spend the time to learn. After all she only had herself to take care of. Cooking seemed pointless. Even with Devika it hardly seemed worth the effort. Still it was something that the empath could teach her. 

She held out one of the knives. She had never let anyone touch her knives. Of course no one had been in the apartment to see them or ask but that was beside the point. Letting someone touch her knives was harder than she thought. They were a symbol and trusting someone, especially a stranger, with them even with her there watching took more trust than she had thought when the other woman asked.[color=blue] "Be careful. They're sharp."[/color]