She half shrugs, pushing her food around her plate.

"There's always room for improvement."

She is, as always, undaunted by that sharp twist of his mouth. She smirks around a forkful of fried okra, leaning back on one hand.

It's a lovely day. Beaut's just a few paces off, tail swishing idly. Kate watches her for a time, wandering in and out of the present.