Annabelle frowns, glancing at Susan and then glancing at Lauren. She doesn't consider he may, uh, need the privacy—and she wouldn't care, anyway. She puts down—or rather, drops, her silverware, opting instead to grab the remainder of the quarter loaf.

"You should come," she echoes. She nudges him with her foot underneath the table. "It would be good for you. You have to learn how to unwind, Lauren."

Really, she wants an opportunity to talk to him, which she can't very well do if he's sulking (and whatever else) alone at their inn room.