"Baking," Lexi grinned, winding her fingers into the short hair at the nape of his neck. It was more intimate than she'd been with him in the past, she thought. More like someone else's place, like she'd stood to the side and wanted, but never actually had. But now was not then, was different, and Lexi was just following her instincts more than worrying about places and kingdoms and crowns. "Traveling everywhere. Never could quite settle down for too long. Thought it was because I was a gypsy," she wrinkled her nose, laughing. "Now I think it was because I was looking for you. Or running from you. Maybe both." But it always was about him. Always had been, from the moment she'd pledged herself to his cause, his table. The moment she'd seen him, really.