[He smiled a little and followed her direction.] If you insist. [He sat down at the kitchen table, and when he saw she was cooking again, added:] Only if it's not any trouble. [But she seemed committed to him getting a waffle fresh off the stove, and who was he to complain?]
At the station? I was there...I don't know, a year or so? A little less than that? I've worked as a detective in other cities, but I'm afraid this one didn't last as long. [Cris must have neglected to tell her that he'd been down for the count for months.] I've been recovering from an extended illness for the past few months. [A passable white lie. It wasn't dishonest, really.]It was unexpected, and I'm not entirely sure I'll be welcomed back, if I decide to go back. So, we'll see.
[He leaned back in his chair, observing her.] And yourself? Where do you work?