Owen inhaled deeply through his nose, though he kept his focus on the steaks. "It's manageable," he agreed. "So far. We just don't know what's coming. Maybe this is it." Owen lifted his hand, gesturing around them with the fork he was holding. "Maybe this is just some weird social experiment to see how we handle things as a group, and it's not going to get any worse. I don't know. But maybe all of this is just the calm before the storm." What if the windows never opened again? What if they were locked inside until the house became a true test of survival of the fittest? Shit.
Owen groaned and looked at Cecilia. "I don't want to get into morbid stuff right now. I'm having a good time. Let's... pretend. Just pretend shit is normal and we're two normal people about to eat normal steak and normal vegetables and have a normal conversation."