Violeta Emili, a Ravashari smuggler dressed as the wind, 2 Rivenshari Clan Guardsman arrive, following Mattheu.

Mattheu has joined the green table.

Klavdiya, who is definitely a handmaiden and not a reaver, Fluffy, a wild nanny-cat, 2 Eswynd shieldbearers, Loryk, a cocky but amiable reaver, Butterpup, a Graypeak Mountain Dog, Virgil - an agile wildcat kitten arrive, following Medeia.

Azova insisted on the red colored table as soon as she saw it, all elegantly decorated. "Nice! Sanguine - /blood/." she declares, giving Eirene a quick wave before taking a seat along with the spouse that she dragged along with her. "This will be fantastic. I should make notes, to take back for the kitchen staff." Yes, they will definitely appreciate that.

Eirene wears her master physician's robes over a golden honeysilk dress so she actually looks nice and official. She waits for the guests to find their tables, or to peruse the unique items on display for the silent auction.

Wash has joined the yellow table.

Wash just needs something to occupy his time. He moves as directed and lacking direction, flows with the tide of other people's movements until he finds himself at a table to take a seat. "Oh. Hello Thea."

Keely marches in, arm looped through Tikva's, the pair chattering as a couple of Grayson Princesses are wont to do. "Tikva!" the younger of the two whispers in a chiding sort of way, because the woman so named probably said something to warrant a chiding! They make a stop by the auction table to look over all the items, then scoot over to Eirene for soft greetings. "The gardens look so lovely, my lady," comes Keely's gentle voice, a warm smile on her features. She then lightly tugs her companion by the elbow to the nearest table to plop into some seats. "Let us not sit at the blood table, I do not think I have the stomach for it," she murmurs aside.

"Yet it is not laced in white," responds Reve without even missing a beat in turn to his spouse. His tone makes it so ridiculously difficult to tell if he is speaking in jest or not. Note the way he looks sidelong toward Azova though, lips curving just a bit in a most self-satisfied and pleased manner. Not that he is oblivious to their host, however, for he dips into an effortlessly graceful bow on point in the exact moment his spouse is casually waving. This done, he spins and pulls a chair for Azova, acquires one for himself, and proceeds to lounge in wait.

Medeia makes her way out to the garden, freshly cleaned up from caring for patients in the hospital proper. "Aunt Eirene, you look splendid," She greets with a warm smile before picking her seat entirely at random, ND not at all purposely settling herself within conversational distance of Keely.

Medeia has joined the green table.

"I've never been a fan of blood," Tikva answers with a chortling brightness, "but I'm not sure anything in the body that warrants _green_ is going to be much better-- never mind, I won't say anything terrible, I promise!" She holds up her free hand, gesturing widely. "Nothing bilious from me!"

Thea leads Drake to the Medical Gardens. "This should be fun--It'll be like family dinners,"taking a seat somewhere. Not even paying attention to the tables. She takes a small pause and looks over at the voice. "Lord Wash! It's been awhile,"Thea mentions. "How are you?"

Azova looks just about to... well, Tikva's said it, so she settles back into her seat and only comments to the person at her table.

"Don't say bilious," Keely voices plaintively aside to Tikva as they settle, her big brow eyes pleading. "Oh, Lady Medeia, how lovely to see you. Do you know my dear Princess Tikva Grayson?"

Jingling flows through hospital with a crash of utensils and a sudden burst of color as Mattheu backs out into gardens handing a series of trays and what might be a bed pan back to a disgruntled orderly. As he turns around and sees everyone else he blushes a little and mutters something back to his guard before settling in at the green table with a grin to Keely, Tikva, and Medeia.

(OOC)The scene set/room mood is now set to: There's a table for the silent auction with various unique items

( https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1-nFcitdArWdeSkxDBUJAdjUcqSn1Fz_uUyBKdlhLz9U/edit?usp=sharing )

"What's wrong with bilious,"Thea asks, not even thinking. "It's such a fun word isn't it,"a slight grin a appearing. There's a little wiggle of her fingers to Medeia and Keely now too.

Wash looks around for a fourth table.

Some may think him a spectre, some may not have the slightest idea who he is, but Lord Jamie Greenmarch arrives appearing no worse for the wear considering how he last left the capital. His gaze sweeps around those gathered and pauses on Eirene, offering her a slight tug of lips and dip of his crown as if that says something that his lack of words doesn't.

Lierre arrives dressed in a dress of simple Keaton green, looking more or less immaculate save for a few locks of hair that have worked their way out of their updo. She stands for a few moments with hands folded across her stomach, glancing here and there in a sort of abstracted way. Her dark eyes have a faraway impassivity within them, but her posture is immaculate. Moving towards the tables, she gives the red one a wide berth; she pointedly avoids looking at it, in fact.

Eirene gives smiles and hellos to everyone, and seems surprised yet pleasantly so as Jamie makes his way in. Why everyone keeps avoiding the red table is beyond her. It's not like it's covered in BLOOD or anything.

Keely is about to start looking green as the tablecloth before her, but she flashes a smile to Thea anyway, scrunching up the bridge of her nose. And then there is Mattheu's commotion, and she brings both hands to her mouth to muffle her giggles. "Hello, Lord Mattheu," she manages out once she has composed herself and uncovered her lips, beckoning him to sit. "You know Princess Tikva?" She's gonna make sure everyone knows Tikva today, it seems.

Tikva scrunches her nose with the width of her grin, and she says, "All right, I'll remove that word too, but I have an inkling they're going to keep coming up," as she shakes her head. She turns her bright eyes towards Medeia. "I've heard of Lady Medeia but I don't think our paths have crossed yet. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my lady!" She does Mattheu the minor courtesy of pretending not to notice the combustive chaos of the clatter, merely giving him a smile for hello.

Either Eirene knows how to have a party set up OR she hired someone to do this for her. The answer is a mystery. What IS known is that the medicinal gardens have been set up for a lovely dinner party, complete with tablecloths and those fancy forks which start off at one side and work their way inward for each course. Wine bottles, water pitchers with fairly clear waters, and an open bar for liquor provide beverages. But there is no buffet. Sure, bread rolls have been set out for pre-meal snackage - but the actual foods have yet to be brought out by wait-staff. The Silent Auction table sits to the side with its mysterious ear looming over the items.

Eirene stands at the set-up stage with the blackboard behind her - the blackboard sketching out the four known bodily humors with room for lists underneath. Beside her is a pleasantly plump female chef in fine buttoned-up whites and one of those silly tall hats. The chef has a cooking prep station set up before her with ingredients, pots and pans, and a outdoor cookstove with smoke cheerfully blazing upward into the sky from the stoked fire.

"Welcome, folks. The Physician's Guild is happy to welcome you to our lovely medicinal gardens. Don't worry, the plants are usually -safe- to eat." She waggles her eyebrows as she makes the bad joke. "But today we will present a fine offering of foods which come from each of the four humor groups and how they help provide balance to your internal temperment. We have a silent auciton for some rare and unique goods! And don't eat too much of the bread, we have a feast coming - and bread or wheat links to Sanguine humor connected to blood. Which will lead to our first category."

Lierre has joined the yellow table.

Braelynn is among those with an earnest interest in good food, people making use of that good food, and so on! Since arriving, she has been attempting to locate a spare seat at a table. There's a genial sort of smile for others coming in, though she's also - kind of admiring all the plants and organization by the physicians and other caretakers here, if her roaming gaze is any indicator. On the table selections, well, she furrows her forehead thoughtfully. What to choose? One table filling up fast, she ventures towards the /red/. Though she does ask towards Azoza and Reve, "Pardon me, do you mind me joining?"

Wash nods to Lierre as she sits down, making polite introductions.

With a gracious dip of her chin, Medeia smiles at Keely before turning her attention to Tikva. "I know the name, of course, but I do not believe the princess and I have had the pleasure of meeting before." She gives a more formal dip of her head to Tikva. "Well met, Your Highness. Lady Medeia Eswynd, master physician." She looks up as Mattheu joins. "Lord Mattheu, good to see you. And Thea!" Less formal for her old friend. "Hello to you and Drake. How is my nephew?" Not really her nephew.

Azova gives an amused shrug at Eirene. "Blood is my favorite; I prefer everyone keep as much of it to themselves as possible. But, it's endlessly fascinating." she chimes in, at the puzzled look the Master Physician gives their table. Cheerfully, she also waves to the chef. "Please, do." A gesture is made at Braelynn and the empty spots at the table.

Drake came with Thea, because he heard something about food. He loves food. He might have to sit and learn something in the process, but any learnings are going to go in one ear and out the other most likely. This is very appropriate indeed because there's a large ear here. Drake is puzzled by the ear. But when Medeia speaks up, he snaps out of looking at it in a puzzled way, and grins at her. "Doing incredibly well. Good to see you."

Braelynn has joined the red table.

Keely offers polite applause after Eirene speaks, looking around swiftly to see if this is the appropriate reaction and then lowering her hands to her lap with a soft clear of her throat.

Reve looks extraordinarily pleased to be at the red table, and in fact when this or that guest might give it wide berth or commentary that expression just grows in spades. So much so that he moves a hand in a most lazy way so that he can start to fiddle and play with his wife's red hair. At least when Eirene begins to speak, he focuses in politely, and is distracted only by Braelynn's query. "Of course," he says in the wake of Azova's own answer.

Jamie has joined the red table.

Azova casts an amused glance towards Reve and his fiddling with her hair. "Like a cat with a ball of string." she jokes.

SANGUINE
That's her segue to the first of the four - Sanguine. She taps the chalkboard with a piece of chalk and starts to write next to sanguine - BLOOD. "Sanguine humors are governed by blood. Those with an abundance of sanguine humor are usually cheerful, boisterous, bubble, chatty, wear their hearts on their sleeve, and are very socially extroverted ." She stops to shoot call-out looks at a few members of the audience - they know who they are. "Sanguine humors are associated with air and spring, when the weather grows warmer and the blood starts to move in the veins again. It's considered Hot & Moist much as the springtime weather. It is most connected to the heart and heart issues."

Tikva laughs out loud. It's probably not appropriate.

Lierre is smiling gently where she sits at the table with Wash and Thea. She can been seen quietly chuckling at a quip Thea has made, nodding her head as the Wyvernheart banters with the Kennex. She turns politely to pay closer attention to Eirene, but not before she answers a question Thea asked.

Keely slowly turns her eyes aside to Tikva, having been mid-sip during that bout of laughter. And, belatedly, she appears to GET IT. And immediately begins coughing and sputtering into her water glass.

"Meats abundant in sanguine humor are chicken, veal, lamb, summer quail. Breads and wheat, vegetables like onions, parsnips, turnips, and chickpeas. Sauces such as olive oil, ginger, and long-pepper produce more sanguine humors. If you are too sanguine, you want to eat more rabbit, beef, goat, or winter quail. Avoid oranges, mushrooms, peas, and lentils." All these are written under Sanguine on the chalkboard.

"So now we'll present sanguine foods - to encourage good cheer and temperment. I present chicken in a ginger and garlic sauce, with onions and turnips cooked with olive oil. And to counterbalance that, when you have too much sanguine humor, a dish to reduce the abundance of blood. I give you, beef and mushrooms in lentils..."

As Eirene speaks, waiters come through the room with family-style platters for each table, presenting both the sanguine rich and reducing meals for the table to take at their lesure. The aroma of fresh ginger and freshly cooked beef circulate as dishes are brought and set down. The chef, meanwhile, starts to prepare the beef and mushroom dish. Salt and pepper, laurel leaf and vinegar, and salt and pepper'd lentils on the side. It takes time to cook so this is just a demonstration. She sets the pan to simmer while the first course is served.

"Dig in! There's plenty more to come though!" Eirene grins with pride.

Thea lifts an eyebrow for moment at Eirene's words and already begins looking around. Not her. She does cast a slight grin however at her table. "He's great,"Thea tells Medeia with a smile. But the food starts coming in and she already starts getting ready to eat. "Drake will eat everything. Watch your plates,"she says. Teasing. Sort of.

Drake has joined the yellow table.

When Eirene begins to speak about the sanguine color, since they are at the red table, Reve decides it is time to allow for a demonstration. He ceases playing with Azova's hair in favor of drawing back and performing a bit of pantomime. Yes, he plays the role of the struck lover, hand moving to heart and looking absolutely taken. He's gone full ham, of course. "Bravo!" he cheers their host when the food comes out, his eyes a'sparkling. That being said, he turns about and begins to actually behave, conversing with those at his table.

Lierre turns her attention to the food. That faint faraway look in her eyes sharpens just a touch as she lets her gaze fall upon the delicious-looking fare that's being served and cooked.

Wash looks excited when the food arrives, but is surprisingly picking, using a knife to pick out just a single piece of any given plate.

Drake looks at the board. He's considering. In spite of himself, he might even be learning something. "Well, that's probably me, isn't it," he says, grabbing a seat next to Thea. And there's cheerful food to dig into, so he grabs himself a plate and starts right up with it. As a first course it's a big one so that suits him well.

Wash nods to Drake as he joins them.

PHLEGM
As the first dishes are being consumed, Eirene moves on. "Next is phlegm. Such a fun word, my kids love repeating it... But phlegm is watery, with phlegmatics pale with a washed out complexion. The are often meek, submissive introverts who prefer to be people-pleasers. They're thought to be languid and slower to move." She slowly wafts her hand through the air. "Phlegm is associated with water, autumn when it starts to become cold and moist. It most affects the brain."

Keely shifts a bit in her seat, her dark eyes slowly lifting toward Eirene as she speaks. She meekly turns her pale features back toward those at her table, in a decidedly introverted kind of way, and sits a little lower, glumly popping bites of bread into her mouth.

Eirene pauses, "Feel free to ask questions if you have them. But please, eat. Enjoy. A little bit of this and that won't throw the humors off but give you a taste for how you can counteract your natural imbalance."

Mattheu looks to Eirene when she asks about questions, "Is there more of this bird? And extra ginger sauce?"

Lierre listens attentively Eirene's lessons as she samples considerate bites of the food placed upon her plate in small portions. Her table manners are perfect, and she savours the chicken and vegetables fully and without haste. A gentle lift of her eyebrows suggests that she's very approving of the flavours and seasonings.

Eirene motions to Mattheu, "Sure, help yourself to as much as you like." She motions to one of the waiters and requests more of the ginger sauce be brought from the kitchens. "I don't recommend eating the two at the -same time- but try a little of one, then the other, and taste how they contrast one another in flavor and texture."

Thea is pretty content with the chicken and veggies aright now. Shouldn't surprise anyone that knows her, really.

Medeia listens mostly attentively to Eirene, though her attention seems held at times by those at her table. She eats slowly, carefully, just enough to try everything.

"Foods with an abundance of phlegm: apples, endive, spinach, cherries, young cheeses... meats such as mutton, pork, and egg-whites. Although pork is quite good for you, digestively. Just make sure it's properly prepared before you eat, it can cause stomach illness if not done right or prepared correctly by a butcher." She then adds, "And decreasing phlegm is garlic, linseed, mustard, salt. Fennel, honey, wild cabbages... and meats are hare, goat, peacock, and crane - the last being my house symbol for Riven."

"So to encourage phlegm, one of my favorites - pork sauced with cinnamon apples. And to lower an abundance of phlegm, roast hare in gravy with white wine." Out comes the next dish - fresh slices of ham with an apple cinnamon sauce generously ladelled over it. And then the roast rabbit-simmered in butter and wine, with an almond gravy to match.

The chef demonstrates the rabbit roast - melting butter and searing the hare, combining broth and wine to simmer the meat in. There's a gravy made of almond milk with additional spices and a touch of sugar. When the rabbit is properly ready, it's dunked into the almond gravy. Like with the meat, this takes longer than the time allotted so it's set aside to cook while the lecture continues

"Well, if you eat enough garlic, it probably won't matter if you're submissive or not," Tikva chortles too loudly, probably because of the overabundance of sanguinity that was previously covered.

"If you both eat enough garlic, you cancel each other out and you're fine!" Azova is going to just pretend that's true, whether it is or not.

Wash still doesn't eat much a single bite at most, some of this he skips over, uninterested, mostly the sweets.

Tikva gives Azova a thumbs-up from across their respective tables.

Mattheu has taken to piling each plate on top of the other, a wide combination of flavors which have not given to one mixing with the others as he hungrily eats all that is put in front of him. Even to go as far as to lick the plate, then move onto the next.

Keely hasn't eaten more than bread, mostly because she is busy either listening, chatting with those at her table, or most recently just... staring at Mattheu in deep fascination.

Eirene's also impressed with Mattheu's appetite. She purses her lips as she watches him chow down. "There's still a few more dishes to come," she promises. "AND dessert..."

Jamie takes a sampling of each bit that's offered, taking morsel-sized bites of everything as if this were truly a scholarly endeavor and not an excuse to simply feast.

CHOLERIC
Choleric -Eirene writes it on the board and chuckles, "If you want an example of a choleric temperment, look no further than myself. We're quick-tempered, proud, extroverted, and angry. And we have a domineering streak because we like to be in charge of our situation. We often have slightly more yellow tinge to our skin because of it. It's a small quantity of the blood." She jots more notes on the board, "Choleric is associated with fire and summer -hot and dry much like the weather again. It affects your gallbladder and associated systems.

"Meats are hare, goat, peacock, and crane -the OPPOSITE of phlegm. Garlic, linseed oil, mustard, salt, and honey. Fennel, rue, and wild cabbage are the best vegetables. To lower chloeric, eat phlemgy foods - pork, apples, melons, cherries..." She motions from phlegm to choleric. "As you can see, these foods balance one another out. If you're phlegmmy, you want to increase choleric foods because they raise one while lowering the other. Moist and Wet countering hot and dry." See, balance.

"So for our choleric foods, we present roast goat in garlic and honey. Well, roast kid anyhow. Goat is stringy when it's older." Slices of meat in a garlic-honey glaze are presented with salted and pepper'd wild cabbage. "And to decrease it, a spinach and cheese tart with bacon."

The chef starts with pastry dough and combines the spinach, bacon, cheese, raisins into a bowl. It's seasoned with saffron, cinnamon, whitte peper, and ginger, and egg whites. When finished it's pinched into little triangles and put into the cook-stove to be finished off later.

Keely has actually begun to eat now, and appears to be enjoying it immensely, watching the demonstration with growing interest as well. And then she is rudely interrupted by her assistant, who slips in to hand her a missive. The princess exhales softly, leaning to whisper something to Tikva before she tries to slip out unnoticed.

Keely is overheard praising Eirene.

MELANCHOLIC
The last of the four humors is prepared on the chalkboard. "And our final category tonight is the melancholy, or black bile. The melancholic are often sad, with emotionally sensitive outlook, and they tend to be perfectionists. Often their eyes are a little sunken, with dark circles under them. This is the counterpart to sanguine." So she sets up a similar food list, Melancholic foods such as mushrooms, oranges, beef, goat, rabbit, winter-quail, and peas. "Counter melancholic foods are lamb, summer quail, chicken, veal. Bread. Onions, ginger, olive oil, turnips..." Eirene grins as the final dishes are brought out. Steak. Cooked medium rare, (unless someone requests it a little more done in which case the chef on hand will freshly sear it.) With roasted potatoes in rosemary and garlic. The counter dish is a stew - pork shoulder cooked with onions, turnips, and chickpeaks, seasoned with garlic and long pepper. The chef once more demonstrates the preparation and sets the stew pot aside.

By now, some of the first dishes prepared are finished so they're set out on display on a table just below the cook station so people can see them up close in all their delicious finery.

When all four humors are laid out, with eight total dishes to choose from, Eirene hops off the makeshift stage to circulate through the crowd.

Mattheu appears to be at the edge of his seat as the next round is announced, a knife and fork sit in his hands ready for the plates to be delivered. He doesn't appear to near full.

Keely has left the green table.

Tikva has left the green table.

6 Grayson House Guards, Wyla, a small wisp of an assistant, Tikva leave, following Keely.

"We also have some items for bid, to help us fund our ongoing humanitarian and outreach efforts, to ensure the people of Arx and Arvum have good medical care. We have - a large ear sculpture sure to inspire conversation. A bottle of rare Cap'n Magpie's banana sauce. A piece of exotic ivory, and a beautful duskstone. Auction bids start at 2,500 for each."

Tikva has joined the green table.

"As you enjoy, here's desserts to help with digestion for each of the four - Candied ginger for sanguine humors. Cherry tarts for phlegm. Honey-cake for choleric. And chocolate dipped oranges for melancholy." In addition, there are little tea cakes, strawberries which are also dipped in chocolate, and creme-puffs.

"May you always walk in balance, and enjoy the meal."

Whatever has been happening at Medeia's table finally breaks her composure and has her laughing before given a quiet explanation to Tikva.

Mattheu turns to ask the chef for more of the little pocket squares filled with bacon and cheese. "Also, can we put anything into the little squares? I'd think some of the bird with ginger...?"

Wash takes the chocolate dipped oranges, he talks five or six, as many as can fit in one hand.

Jamie starts assisting those at his table with the sanguine foods that have been prepared and served. Helpings of quail and chickpeas are offers to offer before he starts fixing his own plate.

The chef hums at Matthew's request and produces the fresh pastry pockets. "It would take some time to prepare, my lord, but it could be done with chicken in ginger pies."

Drake is overheard praising Eirene: A feast big enough even I can't finish it all!

Tikva is overheard praising Eirene: Very educational!

Lierre is overheard praising Eirene.

Thea is overheard praising Eirene.

Tikva is overheard praising Medeia: And now I know what a gallbladder is! Kind of.

Mattheu grins as he plugs another forkful into his mouth to something said at the green table, then looks back to the chef. "I'll take what ever is left over, I have ideas that I must share with our Amelia."

Wash eats his chocolate dipped oranges with a lack of gusto.

Braelynn has been making some quiet conversation at her table, though has also been following along with Eirene's lecture. As Eirene concludes and begins to circulate the room, the brown-haired lady gives some little claps for their hostess.

Braelynn is overheard praising Eirene.

Medeia looks downright pleased to have someone actually discussing whatever is being discussed at the green table. Did someone there say 'womb'? Maybe.

Azova is overheard praising Eirene.

Reve is overheard praising Eirene.

The cook is all too happy with Mattheu's request and relays it to the wait staff to prepare for any leftovers. Eirene, for her part, starts to visit tables to say hello and snag some of the apple pork for herself

Reve finishes his meal, waits for Azova to finish hers, and afterward is peering at his wife with a quirked brow. "Rum and whiskey it is," he says, drawing up from the table after offering well wishes to their dining mates. A hand and thereafter arm is offered to Azova before he searches for their host so that he can make eye contact and dip low by way of gratitude before departure.

"So well done, Lady Eirene. My compliments to the chef as well." Azova enthuses, as the explanations end and the eating begins in earnest. Or, finishes, as in some cases. But when she is being spirited away! "Have a great evening!"

Azova has left the red table.

Reve has left the red table.

Ilyse, a potentially reformed troublemaker leaves, following Reve.

4 Redoubt Buccaneers, Orion, a healer's surly Assistant, Fernando, the pygmy bear, Reve leave, following Azova.

Eirene has joined the yellow table.

Wash gives a nod to Eirene as she joins them. He's at rest, and not inclined to get up and disappear immediately.

Thea smiles at Eirene, telling her,"You made Drake full and pay attention. That was amazing."

Mattheu has taken to trying to shoehorn a bit of the mushroom sauce from beef into a pastry pocket with the ginger sauce from chi-c-ken. /That's what it is right?/ Then proceeds to cover it all with one of the chocolate pieces and closes his eyes as the combination is shoveled into his mouth.

With a small touch of amused laughter at Thea's quip, Lierre then turns her attention to Eirene and dips her head politely. "I had no idea that learning interesting new things could be so delicious."

Drake looks up, though... he has a mouthful of goat, so he swallows that first. Then he smiles. "I think I have a sanguine personality. That much I paid attention to. What do you think?"

Eirene says, "Sanguine suits you, yeah." She nods at Drake before being utterly distracted by Mattheu's combination of foods. "Wow..." she shakes her head and replies to Lierre, "I try to give interesting lectures on various topics. Medicine and health is important to me.""

Drake looks at Eirene. "What was the last one you mentioned again?" he asks, before grabbing a bit of the dessert to compare it. Chocolate and orange... hm. "Melancholy, it seems bad, but I suppose in any life a little sadness tempers the sweet."

Wash says, "So why is melancholy black? I mean, it isn't because mourning is in black."

Thea starts eating more, because Gods know she can stand to do so more often, while Eirene continues her lecture.

"You've succeeded wonderfully." Lierre replies to Eirene. After this, however, Lierre begins to stand, dipping into a courteous half-bow to the other occupants of the table. "I feel terribly rude to depart now, having eaten my fill of this delicious food, but this has been fascinating. I learned quite a lot." Then with a smile, "Be well, all. It was lovely to meet you."

Lierre has left the yellow table.

Eirene says, "Melancholic is tied to black bile. It's found in tiny tiny amounts in the blood." She waves to Lierre. "A pleasure to have you join us..." then back at Wash, "it's associates with the spleen, where it's produced. " she waves over at Jamie and asks, "how're you feeling, I haven't checked in for a while but I heard all was well.""

Wash pokes his stomach. "I don't even know where my spleen is. Somewhere here I think. Right?"

A look is given to the hostess when she turns to address him with that wave. "It's as close to well as I suspect it'll ever be, thanks to you. Sorry I haven't kept you updated, went back to Greenhaven to get my mind right. That took longer to get straight than my body."

Mattheu burps then looks around, "Is this... Is this what it feels to be full?"

Eirene grins at Jamie. "I believe you. It took a while for my head to be on straight after the Bastion giants nearly pancaked me." She then flashes that grin at Mattheu. "Probably. But whatever we don't eat is going to the Lowers soup kitchens "

Thea looks to Jamie, reintroducing herself,"I'm Countess Thea Wyvernheart, nee Malvici. I don't remember if we've met, but--it's a pleasure to meet you."