[color=9e0b0f]"So, how was your summer, Wayne?"[/color] Demi asked him, watching with amusement as he sneaked food under the table to feed his cat. 

It wasn't until Demi spoke that Wayne realized she was seated right next to him with her brother on her other side. A smile spread on his face as he turned to fully regard his housemate. There were so many things he could say - some of which would probably spark conversations he didn't want to have, while others were things he definitely should share yet - that it took a moment to filter through his possibilities. He disguised the bit of time spent thinking the answer over by taking another bite of his biscuit and chewing it.

[color=7bcdc8]"My summer was too bloody long and short all at the same time. Too much time with my father, not enough time practicing. I had half a mind to send you and Luke an owl when I was dragged along to a match in the States. I'm sure you would have made much better use of the special access pass than I did."[/color] Not that he didn't make use of it. His use just had nothing to do with the sport, or anything aside from free reign exploring behind the scenes. After all, if he had to spend his time at a Quidditch match, it certainly wasn't going to be spent in a way that acknowledged the game.

Another piece of chicken "accidentally" fell when he got a forkful of his macaroni and cheese. [color=7bcdc8]"How was your summer?"[/color] he asked before eating the pasta. He knew the open question - and his offered information - invited topics he hated, but engaging in conversation was the best way to keep most people ignorant of his feeding Argint. Sure he could be more subtle, but then again - he could also be more open about it.