The dining hall was filled with an opulent spread — freshly baked pastries, a variety of fruits, and a selection of hot and cold dishes graced the table, inviting everyone to partake in what seemed like a morning feast. The array of dishes seemed to outnumber the actual occupants of the dining hall. Felip, slightly taken aback, couldn't help but feel a hint of amusement at the effort that felt somewhat excessive for his taste. Was she preparing for a hundred people?
As Felip took his seat at the table, he exchanged a bemused glance with his brother, Hawk, who seemed equally surprised by the lavish display. The clinking of silverware and the murmur of servants on the side echoed through the dining hall as each settled in.
"Good morning," Simione arrived, her surprise mirroring that of Felip and Hawk as she took in the extravagant feast. Holding two hands on her heart, she asked the two Monsanto brothers at the table, "Are we celebrating something?"
