Cassian sighed, clearly realizing that arguing wouldn't get him anywhere. "You really don't care, do you?"
"No," Lindarion said. "Not at all."
Cassian shook his head, muttering something under his breath before stabbing his food with his fork.
Luneth finally spoke. "It was handled efficiently."
'So she saw it as well?'
Lindarion raised an eyebrow as Cassian shot her a look. "That's not the point."
Luneth blinked. "Isn't it?"
Cassian gave up.
The conversation—or what little of it there was—died again. The three of them returned to eating, lost in their own thoughts.
Then—
A tray suddenly slammed down on the table beside them.
Lindarion didn't react, but Cassian nearly jumped. Luneth barely looked up, her expression as unreadable as ever.
"Lindarion, right?"
The voice was new, but the tone was the same as the third-years from earlier. Amused, condescending. Irritating.
Lindarion didn't even glance at the newcomer as he took another bite. "Who's asking?"
