[ Ben had remembered the broad strokes of what she'd told him, if not the specifics - a lot of it had been overshadowed by his embarrassment over breaking down in front of someone who was a complete stranger at the time.

And he really does like it when she talks. One of the things he definitely hadn't forgotten was that Cho could talk quite a lot when she was passionate, which, as a naturally quieter person, he enjoys a great deal. He also remembers that she'd seemed self-conscious about that. As if she expected everyone else to want her to be silent.

Ben definitely doesn't want that.

But he would also rather stick to topics that might not be minefields, and he knows Cho's family is one of those for her, so he gently redirects: ]

So what other dishes do you like making with fish? Or what is your favorite to eat?

I don't know a lot of stuff about cooking, honestly. I'd never done it at all before I came here.

[ Which might make him sound like a douchey spoiled man-child, except, of course, Ben knows now that Cho will know why. He'd died when he was only sixteen and still living in his family home - a home where he was busy being a guinea pig and being sent off on missions to kill people with his powers, not learning to take care of himself and be a regular adult. After that, well. Ghosts don't do much cooking. ]