Dinner was awkward.
A bunch of refugees squeezing in Giselle's small kitchen, getting their servings of roasted chickens, some had moved to the living room and front yard to have more space to eat. Now the only people left in the kitchen are Eliza, Cheshire, Aeson, Queen Maeve, Giselle, and Mason.
They were all eating in silence before Aeson couldn't stand it anymore.
"Okay, I know we promise to talk after dinner but I don't think I will make it out dinner because this dense atmosphere is going to kill me. Let's just talk right now." Aeson said as he placed his utensils down.
Eliza thanked Aeson mentally, glad that someone had finally broken the awkward bubble.
"The pathway, is it still usable?" Aeson asked as he stared at Queen Maeve.
Queen Maeve sighed as she placed down her ute
