She literally had no idea how to respond. Something so mundane and domestic was a trillion miles away from her thoughts of duels that shattered the sky and romance that could lift the stars. Solarel did mechs, did girls and did galactic warfare and this all felt more alien to her than first contact with Hybrasil. Clay pots. Incredible. 

"How can you do that?" she asks. "I mean... talk. So easily. About someone so important to you? Or in general?" Wasn't that impossible? "May I ask... what does language mean to you?"