I do my best not to run to the table, but as soon as I see the spread I'm off. "Meat pies?" I ask with a huge smile. It's the closest thing I've had to Watford's meals in ages, and I hurriedly sit down, trying not to bounce in my chair. I'd entertained a thought or two about slipping Garrick a bite now and then, but now that I know what I'd be losing all bets are off.

"This is amazing. I'm completely starved!"

[ooc: omg I'm sorry I lost this notif for sixty years]