She chews on her lower lip, carefully printing her answers. Favourite artist. Wait, do they mean music? Or visual? Does she have a favourite painter or sculpter? No, that can't be what they mean. She'll come back to that one. Food, that one's easy. Also, a bit involved, but she supposes that will seem like she's taking this whole thing seriously.

'My book.'

This is relaxing, actually. She leans her chin on her hand and sips her drink, wondering why they don't do this sort of thing more often. He seems to be loosening up, if only just a bit. She knows the never-ending wall of paperwork behind him has taken its toll on him, but not nearly as much as having Keats asking all sorts of intrusive questions about the team, and about him. It's for that reason alone that she wants to shine on this case, to show D&C that they really do know what they're on about.