“Oh, no, no, that wouldn’t be a good idea at all — he already doesn’t approve of me.” She stopped dead in the doorway, breathing in, and closed her eyes. “Ohhhh. You must keep him. This is — this is amazing.” There was more food there than she had seen at one time outside of harvest feasts or other celebrations.
“I don’t care what he thinks — it should be my decision, and yours, as to whether or not you stay here,” Isaac stated defiantly, before his expression softened as he watched her. “As I said…he keeps trying to fatten me up — apparently I’m too scrawny for a Knight. But even I need help eating all of this, Summer.”
The sheer offhandedness of his remark made her giggle, and she tugged him into the room and helped him eat it. They didn’t quite clear the table, but it was close, and she revelled in that pleasant feeling of having eaten slightly too much. It was probably different for him, since he was both more used to eating that much, and his body required more fuel than hers.
Rafael entered the room and began to clear the dishes away. On his way out he said stiffly, “The Princess Cora is here, master Isaac. She waits in the antechamber.”