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Kate was somewhat late to dinner, so her mother, father, two of their stay in farmhands, and the redcoats were already in their seats when she came in. She had changed, wearing a similiar style of pants and a slightly more flattering, blouse looking blue shirt. Her hair was still down, but she had the same slightly cold demeanor as before. She settled into her seat at her mothers side quietly.

He had chosen his seat carefully, closest to Kate but with a seat's worth of space between them. His men were great but they're not the most fun to sit next to at the table. He had one elbow on the table, fork in hand. The other in his lap. "Thank you Misses Prior, this is lovely." He looked up to the mother, a light smile even through a rough looking expression.

Kate cast a curious glance at Sam and his chosen seat, but that was the only 'break' in her facade. There was an awkward silence all around, since no one really knew quite what to say with three strangers at the table. She glanced at her mother and watched her receive the compliment quietly. M "Of course. Thank you." She said simply, giving a faint nod and staring at her plate. The two women were similiar in looks, and minus the eyes, they seemed almost the same. Except her mother looked a little worn, and obviously older, less strong willed than her daughter, more refined. It was easy to compare when they sat side by side. Kate stayed quiet and ate in the near silence, since her father had started up a conversation about harvest with one of the farmhands. The other one, a boy around her age, ended up turning to Kate for conversation, which she engaged in lightly, casting the occasional look at Sam.

He gave her a smile, it was mild and rough around the edges but with whatever expression he was managing to keep up it was fitting. He was attempting to mimick a burly and intimidating man. Squaring his shoulders, sitting up straight. But he willed himself to stay respectful and sit like a civil person at the table. He stared at his food mostly, trying to remain unobtrusive in the conversation. He stole glances around the table, mostly at Kate and the other person in conversation. He felt extremely awkward at the table, choosing to look at the family and their resemblances rather than the table after a bit.

Dinner seemed to be passing painfully slowly for her, and she found herself rapidly losing her appetite. She was barely keeping up the conversation, and eventually, she had to admit defeat. And by that, it meant make up an excuse to get out. "You know, I'm not sure if I put Aristotle's tack away quite right. Excuse me." She said lightly, and no one questioned her. She simply made her way out the door, taking in a breath as she made it outside and beginning to walk up to the barn.

He watched her leave, it seemed like he wasn't the only one perishing under the silence. Fortunately he knew how little he was going to eat. He finished quite fast, he pushed his chair back gently. Nodding. "Excuse me." He pushed his chair back, took care of his plate and walked in the direction of his room..only to ditch and go outside as quietly as he could manage, his men were the only ones who questioned him, in silence though thankfully. He took a deep breath, feeling like he needed to wipe all that off. He speed-walked out to the barn, scratching his head with both hands as he walked in, covering his face mostly.

Kate had figured Sam might follow her lead when it came to leaving, and of course, she was right. She raised her head to watch him walk in as she heard footsteps. "Did you get bored, Lieutenant?" She asked playfully, stroking Aristotle and watching him. "Or did it just make you uncomfortable? I couldn't tell which one it was when we were in there." She teased.

He dropped his hands and looked up at het, not fixing whatever he'd done to his hair which now looked incredibly meesy. He glared at her. "More so awkward, the silence was killing me." He looked away, and up, Jubilee was hanging out in the hayloft above. He walked over to Zephyr and kissed his face. He glanced down the isle at her, narrowing his eyes.

Her eyes lingered on him a moment longer than they should have as he drew his hands from his hair. It looked good, messy. "Oh, well at least I was close. I should've known." She mocked, starting to braid Aristotle's forelock.

"We met this morning, its hardly going to be that easy." He cocked an eyebrow, glaring at her. He turned around and leaned on the saddle on the stall door. He looked down at his hand, slight spots of blood were around. It was better than he'd had before.