"I didn't know that," Knight commented, smiling over at Dove, "Were you a chef or a baker or both?" He stopped kneading, then tried to be more gentle with the dough. He felt his heart hammer in his chest as Dove placed her hands on his, concern softening his movements. She was a kind person, it just was different, being close to someone. It worked though, and he was more careful with the bread.
"Did you always want to be a cook?" He asked, keeping at the dough, "I never had time to learn."