[Neal paid little attention to his food, only sneaking a bite between either of them speaking and keeping his eyes on hers the majority of the time.]

You seem to have strong opinions on food. [He teased, since it seemed most of her clues included some food preference or dislike.] Were you a chef?

[There was a short pause as he thought some more.] The FBI was the last place I thought I would end up, I don't like much dried fruit, and I always wanted a pet rat as a kid.