She looked quite guarde. Perhaps she'd done some research on him, as he had on her. She'd come around, though.
"Things are busy at work, of course, but nothing so mad as the poisonous duck of last week," he said, shaking his head. "Did you hear about that? I don't quite know what the blokes in Experimental Charms were thinking, really."
Sipping his beer, he shrugged. "Sometimes. My mother travels often, and even when she's home, I usually eat one or two meals at my desk a day. I get work done, but it's hardly as pleasant as having company, such as yourself."