For a moment, both siblings just stared at each other's blue eyes until with a sharp exhale, Sebastian waved a hand dismissively and said, "Come on, Caspian. Stop being all stiff and ceremonial. This table is big enough for my boots and your ego."
Caspian gritted his teeth for some seconds before finally exhaling wearily. He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, "I really don't have the strength to deal with your insolence today."
He took a few steps and sat down directly across from his junior brother. Barely a few seconds later, two maids walked in. One was rolling the food in on a silver trolley, and when she reached the table, the other began serving the steaming plates of venison and roasted root vegetables.
They bowed and left afterwards.
Caspian rolled his sleeves back and as he began cutting the food with his fork, he asked, "Where is Father?"
