The dining hall was bathed in soft morning light, the glow of ether-powered chandeliers blending with the natural sun streaming through the arched windows. The air carried the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee, pastries, and warm buttered bread. Despite the elegance of the setting, there was an easy familiarity in the way Damian and Gabriel took their seats, as if their conversation from earlier still lingered between them.
Edward, ever the diligent butler, was already setting their plates with practiced precision. He poured Gabriel's tea first before filling Damian's cup with strong black coffee. "I took the liberty of preparing something mild, considering last night's events," Edward remarked, his voice as smooth as ever.
Gabriel exhaled sharply, biting back a smirk as he picked up his cup. "You're playing a dangerous game, Edward. I'm not the type to enjoy tea in the morning."