Llewellyn raised a brow at that, “Well, I’ll, uh- attempt to make sure that I have some positive progress to report to you at that time. Unless you mean to say you’ll be checking in on us during mealtimes.” He added with an awkward chuckle.

“I’m fairly sure. At least that’s how it’s been presented to me in the past.” He responded with a raised brow, yes he could tell she definitely didn’t want to answer, and he might feel a little bad for pushing it, but she had started the line of questioning. “Many teachers are like that, I think.” He responded with a small hum, but he couldn’t help the tilt of his head and the very skeptical look at her excuse as she began to shift back and forth. “Things in these worlds are very different… But I fail to see why it should prevent you sitting down to have a nice dinner every night, especially if it should be so easy for myself and Rhy to.”

He rubbed the side of his face lightly. He wondered if it had to do with the company. “Is there a… lack of company, or are you keeping yourself that busy here?” Llewellyn had rather imagined she’d be pestering that bodyguard of hers to sit down and eat… Perhaps not.