"Yes. Well, not professionally, no, I work in publishing. I just like it. Sometimes you have to do something that feels more productive than reading and making corrections endlessly for hours and hours at a time, even when it's something you love to do, you know?"

Probably not. This guy's usual job is way more productive no matter what way you look at it. Still.

"I'd be baking here too, if we had the facilities for doing it. James and I grump about that a lot. He cooks, back home. We're both going a little nuts without it, I guess. Harder to feel useful." She hugs her arms, watches him eyeballing his coffee with a suspicion used for poisonous substances-- which she figures is probably a normal reaction to the flavor if somebody's not used to it. "Maybe we should be focusing more on helping our inmates instead, but, you know... easier said than done. How do you find it? The wardening?"