[He's looking through her book and she keeps looking at him but trying not to make it too obvious. The nerves has gotten hold of her something fierce. She's already done with one little sandwich - it was delicious and easily gone in a few bites - and she's starting on a second one. He said she could eat... but she really should pace herself... but she's hungry. And anxious.]

Oh - uh. [She holds up her hand, covers her mouth with it to hide all her chewing. Then puts the sandwich down as an afterthought before doing a better job of covering her mouth with a napkin instead.] I'm glad you like it. Thank you. [Her head ducks a little. She's shy all of a sudden.]

I just... haven't gotten around to it? I guess? It's difficult to stick to schedules and deadlines, I just - do my own thing. Whenever.

[She's lying through her teeth, but only partially. Can't let him know she's pessimistic in regards to her talent. Her worst critic is herself, and she always has been.]