Fia giggles behind her hand.
Hafsa turns away, attempting to hide her smirk, but fails.
Eira’s eyes widen, and she bites her lips.
Serafine’s eyes widen, and she curls her lip, forcing a smile, and talks through her teeth. “I’m happy you like it.” She clears her throat, letting out a hard breath, and broadens her smile. “That is my family’s recipe.” She takes another bite, setting down her fork, and dabs her napkin at her mouth.
Peter chokes a bit on his mutton, clearing his throat, and shrugs his lips. “Hmh. My compliments.” He offers a quick grin before turning back to his mutton.
Hafsa props her elbow onto the table, resting the side of her head on her fist, and looks at him. “Would you like to go riding after supper tonight?” She raises her head, holding eye contact with him. “I k
