Honestly, Baby is more than happy to switch topics. It's too personal, too fast, asking for him to think back on too many things he hasn't yet dealt with entirely. So when Lydia switches to something else, Baby jumps on it, shedding the previous topic, sitting more comfortably as he eats some pizza.

"Driving. Which might be obvious, I guess, but I really do love it, it's not just a job."

Baby looks up from his plate; talking's never been his forte - words don't come to him easily, which is why he often relies on other people's words to make himself understood. But since arriving in Cadelle, he's been making an effort, trying his best to talk more. It was easier with some than with others, of course, but he was getting there. Coming out of his shell. Because people, here, didn't want to use him.

At least, he had to hope.

"I like... movement," he says, slowly, like he's reluctant to say it, because it doesn't make sense to many people. "Music, driving, dancing, the seasons."

He looks down, something sheepish about his expression.