Dyfrig smiled as he directed the unloading of the food, grabbing platters and arranging them on a nearby table.

"Excellent, thank you all. One more lower and lift and we should have all that we need to feast."

Shawn stood off to the side so Wulfsen and Lek could lower the bench once more.

Lek lowered the bench. The food smelled good but he had little appetite.

Wulfsen was feeling less flirtatious now. He had not expected the bench loaded with food to be so heavy and hoped he would be able to lift his end of the second load.

Once the bench was downstairs and being loaded, Xavier took off his jacket and elbowed Wulfsen out of the way, wresting the sash from his best friend's hand.

Wulfsen did not want to show weakness in front of his new bride or his subjects, so he took up the slack behind Xavier, trying to look useful.

Sileas's attention and gaze remained on her husband.

Lek hauled up his end. He hoped everyone ate fast.

Dyfrig was soon seeing to the distribution of the food.

"Is that all of the food to come up?" Xavier asked, sitting on the floor to relax for a moment.

Wulfsen flopped down on the floor. He hoped he had an easier time carrying Sileas than lifting that bench.

"Yes, thank you. Your efforts are appreciated," said Dyfrig. A novel way to ensure people had an appetite for the feast...

"Anytime," Xavier said. Pulling up the bench had been awkward, but manageable. He just hoped he had impressed some ladies.

Yehudit tried to hide her disappointment that none of the men had taken off their shirts. Wulfsen had unbuttoned his a bit, but he was married to her best friend so she could not enjoy that.

Lek flexed and massaged his muscles.

Sileas wobbled a bit and sat down on the first seat she could find.

Wulfsen got up off the floor to sit next to his bride.

Sileas reached for his hand as she leaned against him.

Wulfsen wrapped his arms around her, not noticing the food placed before him.

Sileas snuggled against him.

"Save sumfink for tonight." Questa helped herself to some food.

Sileas wrinkled her nose at Questa.

Wulfsen blushed. He unwrapped his arms, but he squeezed Sileas's hand.

Sileas let out a small despondent sigh. She was slightly chilly, and missed the warmth of his arms.

Wulfsen offered Sileas some of his food.