[Careful distance is probably the best course for the both of them. The only real option they have, she supposes, is feeling one another out moving forward— she knows where things stood between them upon her arrival, but their experiences don't quite line up, and good faith is something that they both have trouble with, understandably.]

Didn't think it was your fault, but even a stray bolt could probably take an eye out. I'd hate to see an explosion ruin the mood.

[It feels strange, talking so casually when their first encounter in years was what it was, but she's not sure how else to handle things here. Everything is an unknown, even the familiar faces.]

Logically, I always assumed you must be able to in order to feed yourself all this time, but there's something about—

[She gestures to the grill, indicating the current situation.]

Grilling kind of brings a certain suburban stereotype to mind.