We don't know what tomorrow will bring, so celebrate every moment you have with those you care about. Do so by joining me for a banquet at 7 p.m. Food will be provided, but budding chefs are welcome to bring their own dishes.
[Everyone receives an invitation, most of which are taped onto their respective doors. Two go beneath Price's door -- one during Blaze's hours, the other during the doctor's own.
When seven comes along, the smell of food wafting from the mess hall would serve as a secondary invitation, for those who might have missed the first. Some of the tables have been moved along a wall, enough to house a decently sized feast and to accommodate the aforementioned extra dishes. The food ranged from roasted something-or-other (Varric didn't ask questions, simply cooked and seasoned it like poultry), his trademark stew, salad and veggie trays, and even some fresh baked bread.
The rest of the tables had been moved to form a long table, enough to fit the remaining inmates and their superiors. Each person has an assigned seat, though you're more than welcome to get up and mill about with one another.Though the trays were stacked near the food, glasses were laid out and filled with the closest substance Varric could find to a good toasting wine.
Hope you like Spape Juice.
Most notable is the backdrop to the table. The names of those they'd lost along the way had been reprinted and hung with care. Everyone was invited, after all.]