You take some of the food from the table and stow it in your pack.
There’s nobody around, so you take off the cloak in order to get at the food on the table. Don’t forget to put it on later.
You carefully help yourself to tiny samples of everything on the table. Since that’s how this stuff is meant to be eaten anyway, you’re pretty sure nobody will notice.
Better not get any more food. In this climate it won’t keep long in your pack.
The various juices and sharbats to be served with this meal will be kept on ice in a storeroom until the last minute.
(To drink from your canteen in this room, say DRINK from CANTEEN.)
You eat up the chickpeas. They’re not as aggressively spicy as you’d feared, and they’re certainly filling.
I’ll let you eat the bird if you get desperate, but there’s someone else in this game who’d be very grateful for it.
You eat up the roasted bird you stole in the kitchen. It’s delicious, if a bit greasy.
You may wish to get cleaned up before you handle anything else.
You make quick work of the pastry. It is cloyingly sweet but nevertheless delicious.
