Though letting go of Arthur went directly contrary to her plans for the next fifty years or so, Lexi did have to untangle herself in order to find plates, to heap them up with bread and fruit pies and cheesecake. Pouring two mugs of coffee, she settled in next to Arthur again, their knees bumping, and she shoved the offering in front of him with a smile. "Okay, m'lord. Little bit of everything, because that's the best way to find out what you want."
Leaning in, Lexi seemed less interested in food than in watching him, memorizing all over again the little movements of his mouth, the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, the expressions that passed, heartbeat quick, through his eyes. "Tell me," she said softly. "About this time. What you've been doing, how you've been living. I want to know everything."