Edmun visibly held back a snarl as Johan and Priscilla entered the dining hall. "Don't get ahead of yourself, bastard. What happened earlier was just a fluke."
"Of course. I just thought that it would be a shame to see you off on a bad note, considering that we're family and all."
When it became clear that the two had nothing more to say to him, Alistar placed the bowl of peas atop the table and then moved a few seats down to where his eldest cousin was sitting.
"Johan, Priscilla," he said, bowing politely to each of them in turn as per his mother's lessons on etiquette. "How was your time in town?"
"It was wonderful," said Priscilla, whose blonde hair had been combed into long, straight strands that hung down her slender back like a beautiful curtain of shining silk. "We lunched at the Rose Well—you know, that classy tavern that costs a silver half-lucet just to enter—and then spent the afternoon walking along the Greyline."
