Other than Agatha and Samara, Kinjal hadn't really be in the practise of actually telling people where she worked. Certainly not out of personal shame, of course, but just as she didn't find it much of a necessary bit of information to offer unless asked; people tended to behave weirdly about it. Despite the lack of shame, though, she'd been... anxious in how Adrian would react when he found out, and when he hadn't called her a slag - her cousin was still feeling Kinjal's fist for that one, everything was right with the world.
"Nice tables definitely add to the dining experience, even if it's not with anyone you need to impress," Kinjal said easily, taking her seat across from him. "I've been rather well, actually, though I think that has more to do with not having seen a blood relative in weeks. Work is work and not very complicated, after all. Nothing much changes there." And that was also only if not taking into account the nightmares, which she didn't. "And yourself?"