"Wait.  You're married?  You said ex, I assumed that meant ex-girlfriend and not ex-wife."  We're heading up the stairs to my place; I'm already digging in my pockets for my keys, so that we can step inside and eat.  "Thanks?  I mean, you're not wrong about the no actual training.  Or experience.  So I guess that's what could be hoped for, right?"  It sounded like we could have<em>some</em>overlap, but maybe for only a few hours at a time.  For now.