"Company and noodles sounds like the best way to end this day." She takes her purse from under the desk and her service weapon from the drawer. "And we can talk about something other than budgets and forms and Mr. Guster and your son and anything else related to police business, maybe?"

It's perhaps a lot to ask, to leave their biggest commonality off of the table, she realizes that as she stands and holsters her gun. But she'd like to not be the Chief for a little while.