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Lane thought that having a quiet moment to himself in the lounge would clear his head of all the past memories swirling around it. He found himself baking quietly. It was an activity he never liked doing but the smell of something freshly baked was always a comfort. It reminded him of home, when things were normal, and he was happy. Those times were few and far between so Lane cherished those memories more than the rest. He decided to attempt a crumb cake, but it was really more of a half risen disaster. Still, he found solace in the simple motions. He sifted the flour slowly, he whipped the eggs with utmost concentration, he cut the nuts with a precision he only saved for sewing. It was through his movements he found quiet. When started the lounge was empty. Most royals had private kitchens in their dorms or on staff chefs that could whip them up anything they wanted, however, Lane did not have that privilege. He hadn’t noticed anyone come in.