"Yeah," Hannah said, eyes widening slightly as she noticed the slight increase of force that the knife went into the jam pot with. Whoops? She hadn't thought that Blaise would really mind. Audie Zabini was his mother, after all.
Even if she was, you know, potentially a serial killer. Hannah closed her eyes against that thought. She really didn't want to think about that.
"I'm sorry I didn't ask you first," she said, opening her eyes again and spearing a big bite of waffle with her fork. "But she just moved in across the street and it seemed rude not to extend the invitation, you know?"