Kendall nodded and showed her hands that were still slightly damp as they all took their seats at the table.
Logan didn’t think he had felt this awkward since he had accidentally set a girl on fire during a festival. He wondered when it got so hot in the room, he tried not to pay it any mind and instead just ate his dinner, it most likely just his imagination. “This is really good pot roast.” He noted with a smile. “You’re an excellent cook, Mari.” He tried to make conversation though it was obvious his son wasn’t going to have any part of it, most likely holding his tongue and temper in the presence of his daughter.
-Mari smiled in return.- Thank you so much Mr. Flannigan. Pot roast is Flames’ favorite, so I do my best to make sure it’s perfect every time.
-He sat in his usual seat, with only a teacup of hot water in front of him.- I’ve been meaning to ask you, that pendant around your neck, where did you get it? It’s very pretty. -Mari did his best to create a light conversation. He noticed the change in temperature as well, but he knew it wasn’t just his imagination. He looked over at Flames and his smile faltered. He knew once dinner was over and Kendall was asleep things were going to get worse.-
“He probably loves it so much because it’s comfort food. I used to make it for him.” Logan grinned.
“Yes, but the difference between you and Mari is that he doesn’t burn everything he tries to cook.” Flame-ler said before taking a drink from his glass. It was just water, though he was starting to wish for something a bit stronger.
Logan tried to ignore the comment. “Oh, my necklace? It was given to me by a lovely young lady when I went to stonehenge during the summer solstice. It was probably one of the best festivals I’ve been to, but I won’t bore you with the details.” He smiled.
Flame-ler rolled his eyes. He had already finished eating by this point and was waiting for everyone else to finish so he could put Kendall to bed.
Flames I’m sure it was good. Besides, I guarantee you that if you met me a few years ago my cooking would have had you running for the hills. -He chuckled, trying to turn the obvious jab at Logan into a joke on himself.-
Stonehenge? Oh my! No, you wouldn’t bore me at all! -Mari smiled a genuine smile. He was going to ask for it, when he noticed that Flames was done, and Kendall was close behind him, though by now she was just playing with her food.- Perhaps another time you could tell me, if you wouldn’t mind? -He asked, getting up from his place.-
Here, Kendall, let me take this. Go get ready for bed and Daddy and I will come say goodnight, alright sweety? -He smiled and picked up Flames’ plate, and Logan’s plate as well when he was done.-
Kendall nodded, still smiling, blissfully unaware of the tension at the table, and rushed off to get ready. Soon enough it was just Flame-ler and his dad in the room, though Flame-ler didn’t pay the other any mind. In fact, he acted like he wasn’t there at all.
“My name isn’t Chris.” Flame-ler snapped, glaring at him, the first eye contact they had made all night. “And even if it were, you have no right to call me that.”
Logan sighed, suddenly looking much older than his forty one years. “I didn’t want to leave you, you know? If it were up to me I would have taken you with me when I did. But…you know how your mother is…I loved the woman, at some point, but her anger was something to be rivaled. When I did leave, I tried to write to you, but I never got a letter back.” Flame-ler frowned, this was news to him. He had never received any letters…
“If you didn’t want to leave you shouldn’t have!” Flame-ler snapped in a hushed tone, afraid Kendall might hear. “It’s been fifteen years, I’m not eight years old anymore, and you’ve missed your chance to write any wrongs by coming here. You missed that window by bout ten years. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m actually happy here, which is something that hasn’t happened since you left. I don’t need you coming in here and wrecking everything all over again!”