“There’re flowers without grass,” he said, partially unsure of what she was really asking. “I see most of the flowers in grass though, there are... meadows outside of Zeltiva. There are a lot of flowers there.”

Noah chewed while she answered him, humming to acknowledge her question but not in a tone that agreed or disagreed. He thought Elann a little bizarre and perhaps obsessive when it came to his lips and kissing him. The action itself was little more than pressing two fleshy parts together, something totally unnecessary to him until Caesarion put meaning into them. 

Her playful tone made him laugh at her. “You can’t pin me down,” he pointed out just as playfully. “Maybe one day.” The last was said in a trailing way, as if he was considering the possibility.

“You wouldn’t have,” he challenged. “You can’t sit patiently.” He gave her a lingering look, one that said he didn’t think she could sit idly by and wait for him to kiss her.

A pausing moment came over him as he took another bite, neglecting to pick up his spoon to scoop any of the mush into his mouth. It smelled bland and tasteless, Noah would rather eat something else entirely.

“I have a question; what if we never got married or were just friends?” The Kelvic was curious, asking the question of her, looking at her, then biting down on her slice of bread. He harbored no ill intent with the question, the scenario had went through his mind a few times since their marriage and travel.