Wonka - the lunch went well, socially. My middle son was telling his father about his new job, and trying not to tell him his plans for his summer vacation. I made light and fairly inconsequential conversation (I can whitter at world class level if required)
Xh interacted well as someone who we knew slightly, but there was no closeness. It was just weird, as if we were playing parts in a not very good play. Frankly I was slightly bored . . . . .
Much less visible anger. No idea if he was boiling away inside.
