This was probably the most awkward breakfast in Victor’s life.

He and Chocolatine stood at each end of her kitchen table in embarrassed silence, neither of them willing to address the elephant in the room.

“So… did you enjoy Samhain?” the werewolf tried to make conversation, but only made both of them cringe.

“Sort of,” he replied, shifting uncomfortably on his chair. “It was enlightening.”

“Oh.”

You have taken weak [Psychic] damage from the awkwardness.