"Please get another bowl for me," Sylvester said, looking at the maid.
He pushed Silas's pudding back toward him softly.
The maid did not reply or move from her position. But the way she looked at Silas made it clear she was awaiting his permission.
Silas waved his hand calmly.
The maid bowed and stepped away.
She returned with another bowl and set it before Sylvester.
Sylvester nodded with a smile and picked up a spoon.
Both of them ate quietly, neither saying anything for the first couple of minutes.
Then Sylvester looked up.
"What do you think of this place?" He asked.
Silas stopped the spoon in front of his lips, then lowered it back into the bowl.
"It is okay," Silas said with a shrug.
Sylvester looked at him, then burst into laughter.
"Just okay?" He asked. "You know you are supposed to be meeting new people here, yet you are the only one sitting alone."
Silas looked at him.
His brows knitted together, then he parted his lips.
"Are you not here?" He asked.
