They do. And an invitation is offered.

You watch as Chanel and her friends get something to eat, noting that she takes nothing but some yogurt and fruit, and barely participates in the chatter of her companions. She casts wary eyes around the room, as if searching for someone or something. You smile thoughtfully, thinking that so far your campaign of breaking her down seems to be working wonders.

"Donna, bring those boys over here," Lorri says. "They're standing there looking lost."

Donna waves the two male teachers over, inviting them to join your group. Mr. Carter nudges the young coach and the two of them make their way to you.

"Not hungry?" Lorri McKay observes, eyeing Mr. Carter's plate that only holds some toast..

"I'm not much for breakfast," he replies, taking a sip of coffee.

"Unlike the Coach here," she chuckles, seeing the younger man's laden plate. "You eat like you're still a growing boy," she says to him with a grin.

"I worked up my appetite with a run this morning," he smiles. "That's a nice path around the lake."

"So I hear," Lorri answers with a laugh. "I know a few people jog there. I'm not built for running."

"Lorri and I want to invite you three gentlemen, and Dean Hawkfeather as well, to dinner at our cottage tomorrow night," Donna says. "It's part of our attempt to make you feel welcome, even if some of your colleagues have forgotten their courtesy."

You share a look with the other two men, then smile and nod. "I'd be delighted," Mason answers. "And thank you very much. Can we bring anything?"

"A better appetite than you bring to breakfast," Lorri snorts. "You start picking at any food I serve like you doing with that toast and I'll go upside your head." Her grin is fierce but the chuckle that follows it is embracing and friendly.

"Sorry to interrupt," a new voice speaks. "I need a quick word with Mr. Carter and Mr. Watts."