"That's nonsense," Grandma said immediately. Ford flinched. He didn't want to wait to be kicked out; he'd rather eat whatever pride he had and go of his own volition. At least he had enough meat on his bones now that he wouldn't starve as quickly. He might even find employment in Droth.
"Shall I leave, then?" His heart sank a little. He'd hoped to bring Mia with him when he did go.
"Didn't you hear what I said before?" Grandma scolded him. "We can make room for everyone. This house was made for people, and I'm happiest when it's full of them. Been too lonely with Mia's brothers gone."
Ford stared a moment, and shifted his stance, causing him to grimace as he accidentally put too much weight on his healing leg.
"Go sit back down at the table. We'll be back in there soon with more food." Grandma brandished a spoon at him, and Ford turned away.
Awkard silence in a conversation can be easily broken by your best imitations of a wounded bird