Mischa moved her eyes from Christy to Anthony, and he looked right at her himself. “It is up to her if she wants to sit down and eat with us, Mish. You did offer her to join us for breakfast yourself. I believe that is acceptable, an offer from one of you to the other, seen as not interrupting or interfering in any way. So, if she declines the invitation of her own choosing, that is on her, not on you or I, Mish.” Anthony elaborated.
She knew it wasn’t to explain it to her, she understood the rules around their three-way mate bond. An invitation was just that, to be accepted or rejected by the other party, and then that other party couldn’t state they were being shunted aside or ignored if they opted not to accept it.
He was in fact explaining it to all of those here in this dining room
