Jill shrugged, lifting her drink and taking a sip, watching as he got his own new glass, taking a swig, trying not to watch as his adam's apple bobbed with it.
Internally shaking her head, her eyes rose back to his and a small smirk crossed her face at his response. "Raw. Frying only leaves a terrible smell in the air." Again, she was nearly cursing her brain, her mind for responding so... She was not out to make friends, definitely not- she didn't have friends. It was a very strong, stable rule of hers; and he was merely an amusement and a paycheck- logically it made no sense to almost...joke...with him.
However, when he told her his own favorite book(s), she pursued her lips together, eyes almost squinting slightly to look at him. It was an interesting fact she had not known. "Runes. Celtic, Greek, Egyptian. We focus so heavily on the ancients, the ones used in old magic- we forget there are other types."