Dinner was largely leftovers, although the chef set an extra bowl of some kind of bean casserole in front of Kate. It didn’t look terribly appetizing, but Kate seemed to like it. She got her own drink, too—a tall glass of greenish water—while Dale and Lyra drank fizzy alcoholic apple juice; Twilight alone drank tea. She ate her meal in silence, a slightly guilty look on her face. Whether that was a result of sleeping through the language lesson, or enjoying the petting, Dale wasn’t sure. It might have been a combination of both.