Mik and Ophelia
Ophelia was staring down at her plate, pushing bits of food back and forth quietly. Every few minutes she looked around, and occasionally she took a bite of the food she had served herself, but she was not feeling all that hungry today. Usually she was more so on the first day back after a summer of deprivation, trying to get back to a slightly more appropriate weight. Not that she should be doing that. Her parents would complain about her getting too big, she imagined, and she knew that they would be watching through some of the others in the house. It was annoying, but it was a fact she had gotten used to.
When Mikael looked, and then spoke to her, she offered a small smile in return, shrugging one shoulder. She had no desire to detail how her summer went entirely, so starting off with positives would hopefully distract him from the idea that anything had gone poorly. "Sold some paintings." Her eyes went back down to her food and then back over to him, raising one eyebrow. "You? No engagement..." Which she assumed meant that his uncle hadn't found someone appropriate for either teen in that household.