Anthony nodded. "I'll.....go enjoy it, then," he said, watching as Elijah disappeared yet again to go wash the bowls up. Anthony took this as an opportunity to sit back on the sofa again, looking at the fire, supporting his head with one of his hands and thinking. He wasn't very sure of what to think of this—he felt somehow that he himself was at fault for....something, but he couldn't think of what. The thoughts ate away at him. He wished that he could just...will them away like that.