Somehow I had the feeling that there was some kind of tension at the table.

Neither Ashton nor Blake spoke again.

The silence was almost more oppressive than the previous, unpleasant conversations and so I frantically searched for something to say.

"Didn't your parents want to eat with us?" I finally asked the group, without looking at any of them in particular.

Even though I was glad they hadn't come, I was still interested in the reason why and it would also keep some small talk going.

At least that's what I hoped.

Blake chuckled again, amused, and said, "What are you thinking? Luna would never deign to eat something...