Teagan laughed. "No, picture fits it more. I'm not much of an art guru myself. I know what I like, but wouldn't know how to critique something either," she said with a smile, "I don't think I'm much a book critic either so at least you have one up on me?" It was clear her tone was teasing and fun rather than annoyed or offended. "Maybe in your terms I should have used a book as an example, but with the censorship, no good examples to come to mind."
"No inspiration? No love life, Sam?" she asked, realizing only afterward that it might be too personal for her to ask given the circumstances. "Forgive me. It's probably too personal, but if it helps, I don't have a love life either, unfortunately. It's probably true that they say all the good guys are taken or gay."
She reached up and twirled some hair around her finger as she considered the question and what to eat next. Carefully she let go of her hair, and began to pull her salad toward her to put the dressing on it, and then shrugged. "The world did, you could say."