Andrew did, in fact, let them know when dinner was ready. He stopped listening in on the two of them after a while, turning his attention back to the task at hand. Cooking a dinner that would make Richard happy, Maxwell happy, and Andrew happy that he had made it.
He could hear the two moving around the house, chatting, practically could smell them, but didn't pay attention to it. When Maxwell came knocking on the doorway to the kitchen, letting Andrew know that the two of them were entering the kitchen.
Maxwell looked normal, confident, a little smirk on his face. Richard?
Hesitant. Scared. Unsure. Andrew just smiled, staying where he was behind the counter, making himself as unapproachable as possible.
"May we come in? I wanted to set the table for dinner. Richard thinks he might be able to stand eating with us." Maxwell said, but his eyes gave him away. He was joking, laughing at Richard, but hiding it from the man involved.
