Viktor nodded in solidarity with Elann as she spoke up to say she was the same as him. He chewed, looking to his wife as she got up. With her gone he focused readily on his meal, planning to leave nothing uneaten. Isabella fully left the room, his ears picking up her soft footsteps until she tread over the rug, deafening him to her walking.

Noah wasn't particularly worried Elann would stop him, and if she planned to, he planned to make a game out of it. As it were though, Elann didn’t engage him and allowed him to take from her plate. He split her fish with the side of his fork and scooped up the bigger piece, shrinking back into his own space as he ate it. He remained where he was as she asked her question to Aimee, Ryon, and Viktor.

It was Ryon who answered for their family, initially shrugging to give a feel for what he was going to say. “Rarely,” he said. “It’s really something we do together, as a family, rather than with the hunters.” He paused to grab at his napkin, wiping his fingertips. “I mean, if the hunters are in the area we are hunting in we’ll lead them to a herd or something but that’s about it.”

“It’s a personal thing,” Aimee added, wiping off her mouth. “It’s not often that we can go out anymore, especially lately, so when we get to go, it’s reserved for us to stay special.”

Aimee pushed away from the table, having finished what little seconds she managed to get ahold of. Her first course had been large, and it was clear she was holding back when in Syliras eating in Elann’s apartment. There was that, and she was leaving enough left over to satiate Jocelyn’s equally voracious appetite once she came home early that morning. Noah finished up as well while Ryon was speaking. His plate was clean, so he sat back and let Aimee come by to scoop up his plate. Aimee reached for Elann’s too - if she was done - before rounding the table to pick up Ryon’s. She left her father’s alone, going past him to the counters and stacking the plates atop where Isabella put hers.

Noah downed what wine was left in his cup in a final gulp then pushed away from the table as well. He was full and didn’t have kitchen-cleaning-duty that night. He figured he would have it tomorrow evening, so he didn’t want to stick around in case someone had a task for him he didn’t want to do. He went to the back of Elann’s chair and leaned down, speaking quietly into her ear. “Do you want to take a bath with me?” he asked, pausing there for Elann’s reply before he would go off into the main hall and make his way for the bathroom of the house.