He blinks at her a moment, because that concept is entirely foreign to him. He's not sure how you destroy something into a more useful form. Although it sounds kinda fun.

"Making things isn't really my forte either. Unless you count drinks. Or dinner." He casts her a crooked grin and takes another drink, before casting Mags a rueful look. "Neither of which I've been allowed to do since I got back."

Mags is still ignoring him. Smart woman.

"But it couldn't hurt for you to try, see what you come up with?"