"That's everything," Xavier said.
The waiter arrived at their table, tray in hand.
"Here you go," he spoke, placing both Madeline and Xavier's dishes on the table.
Madeline pressed her lips into a thin line.
They thanked the waiter, before Madeline breathed deeply, telling Xavier, "Do you think someone placed it there to arouse suspicion? Or did they accidentally leave traces of magic there?"
He shot her an apologetic look, feeling horrible he didn't know more.
"Sorry, I shouldn't be talking about it over dinner," Madeline said. She nodded, "We should talk about it someplace and sometime else."
Xavier tilted his head, "You could always talk about it to me. And how you're feeling about it. I'm here, pup."
Madeline smiled, "God I love when you call me that."
He laughed, "And I love calling you that. Right, we should get to eating before the food gets cold."
