Don't-- [ She starts to assure that he doesn't have to apologize, doesn't have to match her blow-for-blow here. She'd stepped where it wasn't smart to step, and Ken's got no responsibility to sooth anyone else's feelings regarding a whole different version of himself. A stranger.

It gets cut short, though, and she settles for answering the question. ] Yeah. We were. The quiet, bookish types need to congregate now and again, you know?

We met on a blind date, actually... Thanksgiving. Which was kinda awkward, because the whole thing's meal-based.

[ Which she really only mentions because of what it hints at, that she knows Ken's eating habits. In case he maybe needs understanding in that right now. ]