The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

The cafeteria held what had become the usual banquet spread -- a few regular tables pushed together into one quite long one, laden with all sorts of fare. Fresh fruits and vegetables and their dips, warm breads and spreads, cheeses and yogurts, souffles, omelets, meringues, cakes and pies and cookies, and everything from pastas and their various sauces, to soups and stews and sandwiches, with bottles and pitchers and cups for drinks every so often, with her wine, water, various juices and even tea lately... it was just as serve-yourself-as-you-like as it had been previously. Mallia wasn't about to police anyone's diets; she herself thought that making a whole meal of wine and pies was a perfectly fine idea.

Speaking of... she was still at the table she'd set up for herself back before Solstice, when the storm had locked them all indoors for a bit, in the corner. Her head was down, attention on the book before her as she wrote, a rather more modern fountain pen in one hand than she'd been using previously, as she transcribed something to the stack of papers nearby. Another sewing project was to one side of that, and the Go board was on her book's other side, at the end of the table, the containers of pieces neatly set on top of it....

Intent on what she was doing, she didn't look up just yet as they entered. People could come and go and take from the buffet as they pleased; she didn't need to watch anyone at it, for the food to behave as food ought.