Silence hung in the air, broken only by the biting of roasted meat and clinking of forks against plates.
Calina shifted awkwardly, peeking at the other four intruders of her alone time, then at her empty seat at the side.
Then, her gaze drifted to Mel, with Lila sitting to her left, Rosana to her right, and the elf at the right end of the table, though not close to Calina.
"Am I... perhaps being made fun of?" She munched harder on her food, thinking if this is called the 'cold violence' her surrogate Father mentioned.
Given the bizarrely spicy restaurant, the Witchhunter was starting to suspect that Mel's way of bonding with her always began with food and much trolling.
Mel's eyes met Calina's, holding her gaze as her spaghetti twirled loosely on the fork.
She was now feeding Lila, her fork hovering high as she watched Lila raise her head and grumpily spoon the pasta.
