Felicity didn't move from where she was in the slightest, her hands remaining on him as she listened rather intently. It was all quite fascinating, really. And endearing. To see him speak with such passion for his craft was rather intoxicating. Even more so than the sweet scent of him. She'd never really noticed before just what he smelled like. There was the general musky scent of a man who was busy at work but there was also a sweetness there. Likely from all the sugars he worked with. She never did noticed a distinct flavor sort of smell though, perhaps because there was usually a variety of flavors that he worked with.

But then he was asking her to grab something for them, as she'd been lost in her own thoughts of him, it had taken her a moment for the question to register. With a faint little sigh, she pulled away from him and grabbed the molds in question, setting them down on the spare spot on the counter near where the oven was that he was working.

She stayed back just a bit, watching in wide eyed fascination as everything came together. It was all pretty interesting but eventually her gaze fell back on Quinn and didn't leave from there as she took in the sight of him. It was different seeing him in such an element and she felt a longing sort of pain surge through her as a result. "Beautiful," she found herself saying quietly, talking mostly of him but who knew if he'd really hear it or not. Or even realize he was the focus of her attention in that moment.

---