I prepared pork cuts today for dinner for my father and myself but had sized the meal for nine people so I could have some leftovers for the next few days.  It turns out that neither of my housemates had eaten so they joined and there were four of us around the table and things got very quiet.

Housemate 1: The rice is strong.
Housemate 2: Yes, but it is less strong if you mix it with the pork.
Housemate 1: Yes.

—Silence—

Me: How were the rolls?
Housemate 2: Fine, except for the burnt part I had, that was not fine.
Me: Yes, the burnt part was not supposed to be burnt.  Sorry.
Housemate 2: That’s ok.  The rest of it was fine.

—Silence—

My dad: These pork chops were big.
Housemate 1: Yes.
Housemate 2: Yes.
Me: Ok

—Silence—

I think we need to work on our small talk.