Who: Greeks and Native Americans
What: Informal Food Eating
Where: A private part of the Aiolos Estate, near the woods
When: Sat, June 6th
Warning: None yet. Tag yourself in.
Well, everything seemed to be in order. There was an awning over some chairs and tables, with one table holding an arrangement of foods that wouldn't be edible to eat for a number of hours as they sat in their containers with ice or flames beneath them. The staff for the catering had already been sent off for the time being, as had any other staff members that had slipped in.
Hera was looking over things, checking that everything was in place for an informal meal. There was little decoration on the tables and surrounding space, with plates in stakes at the end of the buffet table. Fruit, salad, chicken, bread, soup, and a variety of small deserts, with another table holding a variety of cool drinks. Satisfied at the preparation, she looked about checking, that that dog of Melpomene's wasn't sneaking around again, sniffing at all the food. The muse also seemed to have disappeared. Interesting. It mattered little. There would enough other things to see to without bothering over one anti-social muse.