His words surprised her, Danny struck her as the rebellious type and it didn't fit that he'd conform. Of course she had no idea what it was like for him growing up and so her judgments were lopsided. "Really? I find that very surprising, you don't seem the type to conform," Delia laughed as he amended himself. "That sounds more believable." She didn't broach the subject of parents again, Delia didn't want to push or dig to deep as she had the tendency to do. That usually resulted in people pulling back and she didn't want Danny to leave, not yet.
"You're welcome, I'm glad you seem to like it so much," Picking up her own cup, she gave it a sniff and let her eyes fall closed momentarily. Sweet drink of the gods, Delia brought it to her lips and took a slow sip. "So, why journalism?"