The meal is a quiet affair. Avery, who has politely turned to face him, one leg tucked under the other, stares at him from the side until Scorpius turns as well, balancing the food on his legs. Even though there's a huge dining table in the kitchen, the sound of the TV is murmuring pleasantly in the background, bathing them in a flickering light that eases the strange mood between them a little, so it doesn't even occur to him to drag Avery into the kitchen with a half-full casserole dish.