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Whilst the two bickered, Michele pinned Cloasse with a look. He did not frown, nor raise an eyebrow - he didn't even move his head. He merely caught his daughter's eye, and then held her there with the sheer disappointment wafting from him.

Cloasse broke their contact first, dipping her head down as Marceline implored for her daughter's co-operation. Her fork was placed delicately on the edge of the plate, and then her hands were clasped in her lap. The Galletti child's eyes traced the outline of the cutlery before her, but she did not make a move to reintegrate herself with the 'conversation'.

"Manners, Jasen," Ida murmured, elegant brow raised at the young man before the same expression was turned on her husband. "Michele, please call the driver." Cloasse's head jerked up - was she being sent home? Was her mother going to take them all back home and away from this 'family' dinner? "The presents will be required soon and they are stored in the car."

Michele grimaced - the very thought of presents made nauseated him; so much happiness. Without a word, he removed a nondescript card from the pocket of his suit jacket and tore it neatly in half. "He will return as we end our marvellous meal," the man rumbled.

The child glanced over at her cat. Now he wasn't even speaking to her. Vaguely, Cloasse wondered if this is what heartbreak felt like. Still, this feeling didn't warrant all of the high-pitched whining and shrieking that she'd heard in Blixie. Perhaps not.