[ Kate has the good grace to wince at the strain and the pointedness, which are both fair and deserved. She isn't really sure how to respond and while normally that wouldn't stop her from replying anyway, she can also tell he isn't really finished, so she plays with arranging egg on toast and waits.

And actually blushes, just a little. 'Humble' isn't really a word that gets used to describe Kate very often, but someone else calling her extraordinary and in this context is enough to trigger a brief moment of something that approaches modesty or shyness. Just a moment, and then she picks her head back up from its lean over her plate, mouth pressed into that same flat, thoughtful line. ]

I guess when you put it like that. [ The consideration she's giving to what he's said is both serious and genuine, but it isn't actually foremost in her mind anymore. She fiddles with her fork, rolling the stem back and forth between fingertips for a moment before she speaks again. ]

You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but-- what was it like? How did it happen?