The smile after speaking of spicing things up was actually quite comforting, considering the true nature of spices in what he was saying. Kate wasn't sure she could handle even some light herbs. But then again, she wasn't sure what qualified as<em>spices</em>.<br/><br/>"I don't know what spices might equate to, I'm afraid. I'm not very ... experienced." Kate said, unable to gain any real volume. "I am ... I want to learn, for Phillup."<br/><br/>It was perfectly timed that Phill opened the door as she said his name. A smile spread over Kate's face as she saw her husband. It wasn't relief that he was there to save her from the scary man and his spice rack. It was pure love. Kate loved her husband dearly and as he came to kiss her her eyes turned up to his but closed for even that brief kiss. There was passion in her, a love of intimacy, why was it such a struggle for her? Part of her sometimes wished Phillup would just take her. A new blush appeared on her cheeks as this thought flashed across her mind.<br/><br/>"Um no." She stammered, her eyes dropping to her knee until he sat next to her with his drink and rested his hand on it. She looked up and at Phillup a tad desperately.<br/><br/>"Simon was just talking about figuring out the level of spice we might want in the bedroom." It was actually surprising, even for Kate, that it was her explaining where they'd left off. "But that was as close as we'd coming to discussing the actual um topic of discussion." Kate looked mortified to have said all of this but what could she say now that it was out?<em>'Sorry, that was out of line.'</em>No, because if anything it wasn't as clear and open as it could have been despite the fact she had trouble with even that level of description.<br/><br/>"Maybe you could explain what you think he could help us figure out, love." She said softly, her eyes a little desperate again.