[Meredith].
Draven and I entered the ground-floor dining hall together.
It was larger than the one from yesterday, rectangular and lined with tall windows that poured morning light across the polished wood floor.
Dennis, Jeffery, and Oscar were already seated, steam rising from the platters on the table.
They instinctively moved to stand when Draven and I stepped in, but Draven lifted a hand to stop them.
"No need," he said.
They sank back into their seats.
A servant immediately pulled out the head chair for Draven and then the seat beside it for me. I settled down quietly, smoothing the hem of my silver top across my lap.
Just then, Dennis grinned at me from across the table. "Your choice of outfit is commendable. Looks like you're settling into this Luna role far better than you think."
I returned his smile. "I have to play my role perfectly. I don't intend to embarrass your brother."
