I-I-I-I can't cook. [One finger held up, and Crona stares at it like it's about to explode.]

I don't know anything about decorations. [There's another finger. Look at all these vitally important things that Crona can't do.]

Are there games at a party? I don't know any games. If I don't know any games I can't know party games. Are they different? Even if they're not, I still don't know them. [And there's a third finger. Crona is now doing a thing that most people do not do, called "staring in horror at what your own hand is doing".]