Mitch had seen the look on her face when he mentioned keeping the gore down to a minimum. It didn't last long. But he caught it and knew that was a subject that would not speak spoken about tonight. Which was fine by him. He didn't always want to be stuck in that mindset 24/7.
"What kind of art?" he asked, taking a bite of his ice cream. "Ah, you're adopted." She didn't seem very happy about that or he was reading her wrong. He wasn't quite sure. "Not happy with the parents you got?"