Tristan and Fiametta came to sit at the dining table together. He reached out for an apple and finished some secret story he had been telling which made her cover her face with stifled laughter. The two of them looked conspiratorially around the room before laughing a bit more.<br/><br/>"Wow! " Tristan said, moving into the kitchen to follow the smell of food. "Brendan doesn't usually make meatloaf - who cooked?"