The laugh is good. It means he didn't take offense at it. "Let's just call a duck a duck," she teases. "Though, you could also look at it as if I were calling your job a slave driver. Just offering multiple options here. It's interesting you took that one though. You know, if I wanted to play shrink, which I don't. No worries there. My major was in communication, not psychology."

Oh good. She'd hate to put forth an effort and he not recognize it. "Mind Control. I'm your local network girl," she tells him. "Lead in the water. Attacks the day before. Average temperature for the day and what sort of Improvement we're having." Really, it's not a very important job, but it could be one day. She's pleased to be doing it anyway. She'd like a little more leeway on what she broadcasts, but she's pretty sure more network journalists want that.

His question takes her by surprise, but it's a good surprised. Her smile is still that big, goofy one. "Yeah? I mean...yeah. I'd like that."