She gave me a small smile at that. I could almost see her eyes glistening. Before she could respond, Rosmerta came with our meal. Probably for the best that we were interrupted from that conversation. We ate in comfortable silence. We would exchange smiles and glances, but my mind was now preoccupied by something other than Daphne. My anger almost got the better of me again. Was that me, or was it because I was somehow Morgana. The food slowly started to taste like ash in my mouth. Slowly setting the fork down I shakily grabbed my butterbeer. Before I could take a sip, I was interrupted by Daphne.