Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ernsthename) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Ernie wasn't a huge fan of cucumber sandwiches--regardless of how they looked, and as such had led her to a table so that they had a wider selection of food. And partially since Ern would likely just pick away at whatever was there to make up for a lost dinner. He wished that it was feasible to have a dinner at such a large event, but he knew that despite the vastness of the room, the atrium wasn't large enough for such a thing with this many people. Upon noticing how many people there actually were, he wondered how security was holding up. The people didn't seem particularly unruly, at least.
He handed her a plate before picking up one for himself, and choosing a few items that he recognized. He had spoken to Ms. Plimpton prior to the event, and in exchange for being a right pain in the rear end with extensive requests about the security that his group was to provide, she alerted him to some of the details of the event. Things that he mustn't miss. "You probably should try one of these," Ernie pointed out the miniature spinach and cheese quiches. "Ms. Plimpton said that they were one of her favourite things on the menu this evening."