The hall was fill laughter and conversations as the feast progress into the night.
However, Ailwin was having a difficult time making small talk with Mikaela's mother.
Every time he would open a conversation up, Lyra would reply with a short response that shut it down.
"Lady Lyra, your dress looks beautiful tonight."
"Uh-hm."
"Lady Lyra, do you know how they got the meat to be so crispy?"
"No."
"Lady Lyra, you have raised a wonderful daughter."
"En."
"Lady Lyra, do you have any hobbies?"
"No."
Mika heard Ailwin strike out time and again. She eventual gave her mother a poke in the arm.
"Mother, you aren't being very nice like you say you would…" Mika muttered.
"I think I'm being quite cordial with him." Lyra replied.
"…."
Mika peeked over at Ailwin, to see him gulping down his wine.
*Sigh*