"I don't think people join the mile high club for the best sex of their lives," Gideon jokes. Airplane or actually in the air, neither's winning any awards. It's a funny idea and the definition of public sex right? You can't hide in midair mid-everything.

"Short and sweet recovery period," Gideon whistles and compliments. She sighs. "Not that I spend too much time thinking about going home, just a slightly less than probably wise amount, but I didn't have wings back there. The idea of losing everything from Folkmore..." She shrugs. "Doesn't sit right."

Nor becoming a corpse, but that's a little much for a first meal.