He'd have to figure that out another time, as he was briskly up the ramshackle stairs ascending the hill on the side of the castle, quickly coming up to a viaduct. As he crossed that threshold into the main courtyard Dmitry was already convinced he could smell dinner from this far away. Or maybe someone had just burned something.
After making his way through the entrance and towards the Great Hall, Dmitry can see that people have already begun arriving. In fact, Jayden and Anice are already here. But Sabrina isn't and neither is Glesni... that made things awkward for him. God, when wasn't it awkward for Dmitry to pick out a seat?
Dmitry ended up passing by Anice from behind, making sure to greet Anice on the way. He'd noticed Jayden almost the minute he'd stepped into the Great Hall, but it was another thing to let Evers know he'd been acknowledged. Everytime Dmitry saw him next to a group of people, he felt obligated to address the group first, for fear that anything less would look suspicious.
'..Runeswell, have you ever been in love?'
He'd overheard Jayden asking Anice just as he'd passed along behind her. Considering the source, Dmitry's almost convinced he must've mistaken what was said. What had gotten into Jayden today? That didn't seem like something he normally asked.
There's a part of him that is burning up, the mystery of the situation and the implications of it blitzing his mind. Dmitry's confused and slightly cautious, like he's aware that once again he's going to hear something he'd rather not.
But part of him also wants to know, HAS to know... and yet...
Shit, he'd forgotten. They still hadn't spoken since Dmitry had left the room in a fuss that morning they'd tried making a Beautification Potion together. In his momentary puzzlement he'd almost forgotten.
"...Hey Runeswell, Evers."
It's his only response as he takes up his fair share of the bench alongside Anice, an empty space between them as he planted his tush. It seems only respectful to leave enough space for Sabrina or Glesni or whosoever may show up, Dmitry never felt like he belonged to their group so he was always placing himself as far away as possible to not seem too... clingy. Was it working?
Dmitry reaches for a drumstick further down the table, plucking it away by the tip of a bone before slapping the morsel onto his plate. He's not going to eat any of that weird goat stomach bullshit, he's too picky to even give it an honest shot. There's some potato mash available as well, which he greedily slabs onto his plate. All that's left is to slather some gravy... Wait, what th-
Apparently loverboy is painting hearts in gravy of all things.
"What in Merlin's... Evers! Stop wasting the gravy."
Dmitry quickly takes his own spoon and siphons away enough gravy for his own needs, but he's casting narrowed slits between Everdragomir and Runeswell. For a moment he's convinced this is some sort of elaborate ruse. But he requires some certainty.
"Anice; he okay? He's acting... unlike himself..."
Understatement of the year. And yet for how perturbed Dmitry is by Jayden's abrupt longing for affection or his concept of love, he's almost softened up by the big lug drawing hearts on the table. If only there was a little J and a D drawn together on that gravy heart...
I wonder if he's actually liked someone all this time...?
There's no way, he's never seemed remotely interested in anyone beyond idle conversation... but Dmitry needs to find out for himself.
He's left there staring incredulously at Evers as the latter inevitably continued to make a fool of himself at dinner.