Elaine was just setting the table when Anthony came downstairs. He had a sort of confused look upon his face she noticed, but she didn't know why. She could read his expressions but she couldn't read him that well. Her mum was across the room setting the roast chicken on a platter and pouring that morning's fresh milk. The dinner smelled amazing and Elaine hadn't had a meal like this for a long time, since it was just her and her mother they didn't bother with fancy foods. Elaine finished up with the table, she had set four places on the table, even though there were just three there to eat the food. "Dinner is about ready. You may sit if you like."