( He falls silent for another long moment, trying to think how to describe it. Some times, translating thought to verbal form is harder than other times. But after a moment, he thinks the way she said it describes it best, and nods again. )

It shoots the glue. Then you can put stuff together with it. But sometimes there's strings and you have to pull them off.

( Time-consuming, but a task he'd always taken to with the same methodical precision, pulling thin strings of glue off of fingers. )

She's good at looking. ( He agrees, or... perhaps answers in a different way. It's hard to say what Mom enjoys, sometimes. And she gets mad a lot. )

Does your mom like watching you make things? Food, like this?