Jean actually had cast all such worries aside once they were seated and talking. Strange as the flow seemed, it was surprisingly natural, and she found talking with him was a delight.
An odd delight, but the best ones usually were.
"Or knitting ugly, tiny Christmas sweaters for mice with a pair of toothpicks? Well, if I tell you my secret hobby, you must tell me yours!" She couldn't help being caught up in the silliness.