When he complimented her cooking, she blushed prettily and ducked her head a little. "I am glad you like it."

She told him about herself, how big her family was, which one of her siblings he needed to really be wary of and which of his siblings were mere pains in the ass. "I am the youngest of eight," she went on to say, "I have two sisters and five brothers." She wasn't sure if he knew just how big the brood really was.