[ He's glad he didn't let himself hope he'd evaded this line of questioning. He shrugs, peeking over her shoulder into the fridge and wondering if the eggs are safe. Everything is suspect, but it couldn't be easy to poison an egg without breaking the shell. They'll need to eat eventually. ]

Nothing much. I read a lot, kind of an amateur historian at this point. Um, I read forums, online? Tinker - 'take the remote apart and put it back together', that kind of thing. Code. I like learning.

[ Under the sink yields nothing but cleaning supplies. He opens a silverware drawer and, after ensuring nothing is hidden under the tray, makes a point of shutting it quickly. No knives pocketed. He glances up and forces his voice to remain light: if anything should trigger some fuzzy concept of him, it should be this. A last hurdle before he puts another worry to bed. ]

I like puzzles, a lot. Rubik's cube, crossword, sudoku, ciphers, riddles...