It may have to be her. Alec was immediately suspicious of the arrival of something he would be inclined to eat, checking with the back of his fork for bits of shrimp or any kind of seafood or sausage that may have snuck onto his plate. The bread was left untouched and the strawberries only glanced at.

Finding there were no intruders and feeling a bit on the hungry side, he devoted himself to scraping the worst of the pesto off with a focused scowl while the silence lingered.

And lingered.

And lingered.

Might need more wine.