[She arches a brow slightly; she knows that kind of hesitance when she hears it. It's plastered into her own voice whenever she talks about her own family.]

He was good for a few things. Played a mean game of chess.

[And he'd kind of showed up here a few weeks ago as a ghost, and they'd made... semi peaceful amends. But wait.]

You, married? I wouldn't have thought you the type. Not that I know anything about marriage. I could probably fill a teaspoon with that knowledge.