With a vague hum, she turns her attention, mostly, back to her salad. It's not a comfortable silence, but it's not as awkward as she might have feared. That has to be a good sign, right?

(She feels superstitious. It's unscientific, looking for evidence to support a theory she's already decided on. We can do this, we can be friends.)

They eat, and eventually she decides to try a question that feels a little more dangerous.

"Do you ever think about teaching, or something?"