The fact that her response was vague, and then she fell into silence, meant she was reconsidering her stance on truth. And that was a more comfortable area for Tina. Maybe at this rate she'd reconsider her stance on trust as well, and then they'd be golden. He let the quiet sit for a while, since Daryn probably needed it and it made him focus on what he was doing and not on what he was trying not to think about. Quiet was either the biggest danger or a saving grace, and for the moment he felt it was the latter.
The chicken didn't take long to cook, and as the orange sauce simmered in the pan and the rice did its rice thing, Tina looked through cupboards for wine glasses. They could at least start out the night as regular people. There were none to be found, but there was something promising in the cabinet above the fridge.
"Hey," he called over to her, "look what I found." He held out two Mason jar mugs, and grinned. "They don't have wine glasses, but we can drink like Hipsters!"