She would happily help him work off the cake and then some. One thing she had always adored about Morgan, he wasn't shy with affection. "I would love to see it."

She stabbed the fork into the cake and pulled off a fork full, but she held it out to him to take.

"What would I be." She repeated. "I have fought so hard to be what I am that is difficult to think about. I don't...as hard as it has been I don't think I want to be anything else. What I would change is how I have spent my time. What matters I have gotten myself tangled up in. If I weren't exactly what I am you and I would not have found our way to this table together. Would you change what you are, love?"