Steps made heavy by arms leaden with goods.
Each of which is placed upon a table within the Assembly Hall, water, wine. Cider, and beer. Cheese, meat-loves, and margarita pizzas are placed next to them.
Napkins and paper plates find their way onto the table soon afterwords.
Banshee stares mournfully upon the spread, wondering if this time, for the first time in her life, she was being to optimistic for the reality of the situation.
If so, then there would of course be leftovers to take home.