"If flower petals covered in sugar count as pastries then I wouldn't mind so much" she replied without thinking about holding her tongue. It was probably a very bad thing she was comfortable enough around him to talk back. Yet Alexandra couldn't bring herself to care.

If she had been in her right mind she might have considered magic. But she wasn't. She was sore, embarrassed and covered in flour. All she wanted was to be on her feet again. So she grabbed onto his hand with her own ungloved, without a second thought.