The conversation softened again after that. Forks scraping lightly. Glasses clinking. Someone asking for the salt. Someone else reaching across the table to pass it. I finished the last of my food, exhaled quietly, and wiped my mouth with the napkin Minne had set beside my plate.
"That was delicious, Minne," I said as I stood up. "Seriously."
"I'm glad you liked it, Master," she replied.
I stretched, rolling my shoulders, then glanced at the time on my phone.
"Hey," I added, looking around the room, "when should we feed the cat?"
"I'll ask Emma when she fed her last," Minne said. "I'll handle Mik, Master. Don't worry."
I nodded, slipping my phone back into my pocket.
Welp, dinner was over. And now?
Tonight. One last meeting. Then that would be it.
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