One eyebrow arched up and Lexi studied Enfys quietly. "You said you haven't been in here before," she pointed out. "So no. I'm kind of new in town." She wasn't going to acknowledge what she knew Enfys was asking. She was Lexi, was no one but, and she was planning on staying that way.
The Other was mysteriously quiet, but not in a silent kind of way. More a respectful, guilty quiet, like a boy caught by the headmaster, waiting for a punishment. Lexi knew that Enfys was someone, though she had no more idea who that someone might be than she could guess at the winning lotto numbers. Nor did she care. Lancelot was dead. Camelot was gone. The Table was destroyed. Lexi was a baker, for Christ's sake, and nothing more.
"How about a brownie? I've got turtle fudge or chocolate peach. Either one sound interesting?"