Naea quirked a slender brow with a chuckle. "I can't imagine you'd meet too many people that suited you majoring in 'underwater basket weaving'." She ponders this briefly before, "Or anybody for that matter. Speaking of work, what time do you need to head back?" She dabbed at her lips with her napkin, removing some rogue marinara before it made her look ridiculous. "I don't want to keep you if you have things to tend to."
As tempted as she was to want to eat more, that thought flew out the window. Her features scrunched up a bit at her feeling of impending stomach doom. "I think I need a box. Makes for a good dinner."