<strong><br/>Matthew<br/>Kitchen Table<br/></strong><br/><br/>After getting things settled in his room with Charlotte the entire group it seemed had reconvened downstairs for dinner. By now his appetite was pretty strong and the meal prepared smelled fairly delicious. Taking a glass of champagne as they were passed around he was clinking glasses with the rest of his roommates before relishing the strong, pleasant taste of alcohol as it was poured past his lips and down his throat, leaving a delightful sting.<strong>"Smells delicious, guys, but I won't hold my breath that dinner will be this organized every night."</strong>He teased and started in on the food in front of him, which didn't disappoint. Glancing around things still felt amicable and it was also his hope that they would remain that way. Only time would tell, though.