The three of them settled back at the table, the warm smell of grilled chicken and creamy sauce filling the room. Kenneth poured everyone a glass of berry juice, nodding when Lennon thanked him. As he took a sip, a strange pressure brushed over the atmosphere.
He ignored it at first, taking a bite of the food and complimenting Lennon once again on his cooking skills.
But the more he ate, the stronger the feeling got. He immediately clocked their shared glances and put down his fork. "What?"
Lennon cleared his throat too quickly while Fae muttered, "Nothing?" in the smallest voice known to humankind.
Kenneth narrowed his eyes. "…There's obviously something going on, and I have a feeling it concerns me. So, spill."
They both glanced at each other once more, and Kenneth had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. It seemed that this was his default reaction to almost anything nowadays.
