"Tristan." A new voice called from beside Tristan, and looking over, he saw Mabel standing there with a grin, watching him like she had seen an interesting sight. Looking around, he didn't realise how long he had been stuck in his own mind, but enough time had passed that Vincent had left along with all the servants, any warmth from his meal long gone. "Why are you staring at the ceiling?" Mabel asked, jumping up on the table and leaning closer to him, resting her hand on her chin.
"I was lost in thought." Poking at the plate, he pierced a few vegetables and stuffed them in his mouth, grimacing at the horrid taste; now, they had lost all heat. Pushing it aside, he quickly ate what he could, finishing with the soggy bread, forcing it down. "You looking for me?" Pushing the plate aside, he looked up at Mabel's eyes, seeing them curl with her wide grin, revealing her unnaturally sharp canines.
