"Go on and eat up! Don't let it get cold!"
My shout caught the attention of the entire camp, and they all rushed over and began to 'fight' over the plates so that they could get to the giant mountain of meat first, before heading to the loaves of bread and tearing off chunks for themselves.
Of course, I also watched as they scooped a small amount of vegetables onto their plates before skittering away, knowing that I would berate them for not eating any but not wanting to be forced to eat too many of them, so they ran before I could say something.
A vat of simple stew was also steadily drained as the Demons grabbed a bowl of that too to wash down the meat, alongside the various pots of tea and water that were sitting out, ensuring that everyone had something to drink as well.
