From context, Lane could tell that it was a good sign that Mia was with Zoey, she could not help but wonder what kind of daughters someone like Fiora would raise. The Queen's comments rattled her, though Nora faced them with cunning grace. Nora would never admit it, but she was good at that sort of thing, calling the bluff of those around her when they least expected it. She wasn't scared of much, and Lane sometimes felt like she was scared of everything, the near-opposite of her confident cousin.<br/><br/>Though things were different now. Her powers were different now. They tasted like death and glory, and if she thought about them too long she could feel the energy humming underneath her skin.<br/><br/>"It looks delicious." Lane said, but she did not move to pick up her fork. She was not sure if the deal was already in place and if she was already at the mercy of fae hospitality. Her fingers slipped free of James' and she crossed her arms in front of her. Then came Pace's question to Nora. Even if the Queen seemed malevolent, she was keeping her side of the bargain.<br/><br/>Nora shrugged her shoulders and got to her feet. There was a small glimmer of uncertainty in her eyes, but it had nothing to do with getting the kid, Lane could tell. Nora wanted to know if she was going this alone, or if he was simply asking her if she wanted to go and they would travel with the servant together. Though there was quite a bit of bravado at this lunch, Lane caught sight of something she had not seen in Nora since before Will died. Trust.<br/><br/>"Sure, probably best to start cookin' up a nice room for the girl right? What are pre-teen girls into nowadays? Billie Eilish? I would think purple would be a safe bet." Nora mused as she shrugged her leather jacket back on and headed to the door where Remy was exiting.<br/><br/>And just like that, the balls began to roll on this entire situation. Lane looked back at Fiora. It felt more like she had agreed to be a lab experiment than travel to a foreign place. Maybe she had, in a way that was sort of what James had attempted. Fiora seemed to enjoy both the tension and worry between the two of them, so Lane tried to remain like steel.<br/><br/>"I'm just anxious to see your lands, human covens are filled with stories about the fae folk. Some speak very highly of your kind and your realms." Lane said. It was sort of bullshit, for the most part witches were wary of the fae, but she had heard that most enjoyed compliments, like the self-involved narcissists many of them were.<br/><br/>"You haven't been with the guardian, were you asking how I feel about James because you haven't been with him either?" Lane arched a brow, curious about the answer. She was going to pay the price for whatever deals he had made, so she might as well know the whole story.