He laughs, at her remark. "Takes more than a little black to make it Cajun." Though that helps.

He doesn't have any idea what's going on in her head. He can pick up, maybe, on a little bit of distance; she's got enough silence, with the cooking, to think. And she's starting to think way too loudly. She's reserved, he knows that. It's okay for her to be reserved, it's okay for her to have some buried issues. Everyone does. Everyone's a little bit broken. People who are perfect don't interest Will.

"You're thinkin' too loud," he says. "Next thing you know, the crickets'll get scared to interrupt."