[She crosses her arms over her chest, looking like she's about to say something else snarky until the bending gets mentioned. Then she falters, mouth snapping shut again.

No, she's not very good at it yet. She thought she was, until the last time when she almost set her hair on fire.]

I'm good enough at it...

Why? You offering lessons?

[Not that she actually needs lessons; she could do this fine on her own, but if someone can show her just a few things...that would be okay too. That's just less work for her, right? She'd get it herself eventually anyway.]