[Faith has to remind herself that people here are quite a bit more... relaxed... with their associations. It isn't (to them) strange for a gentleman and a lady to eat alone.

Even if it still seems far too intimate for her. She is trying to adapt herself.]

I could cook for you, certainly. Perhaps a meal or two and a few shirts stitched up might be sufficient for an easel? I was fortunate enough to find one in the shops after I arrived, but I should like another.

[And, well, in her mind... if he can build a house, he can manage the carpentry to make an easel.]