We weren't all that late for breakfast, all things considered, but I'm sure we must have looked awkward as all heck as we tried to act natural and not look at each other too much. I think the mind reading/mind projection thing was a large contributing factor.
I hadn't noticed it at first, but now that I was sober, I was suddenly forced to be mindful of everything I thought lest you 'overhear'. Not that I had much luck at keeping my thoughts censored.
I honestly don't know how you kept a straight face through all of it.
We were all seated around that same long table in the same open room as the day before though there were fewer people round it this time. Aunt Yeung was there, but Gou Ngaam wasn't and nor was her daughter. I'd asked and been told that they were resting. Immediately I felt guilty for fooling around in bed and not helping.
