Willow's stomach growled embarrassingly loud. She placed a hand on it and glanced around to see if anyone had heard it. She decided that food would be the only acceptable solution, so she walked back into the kitchen organizing herself a meal. A few minutes later, she emerged with a tray filled with a bowl of porridge, brown sugar for said porridge, a cup of milk, a plate of jam toast, three small pies, and another chocolate cake. She took that and her drink to another table that allowed more space, though closer to other people, and set it all down. Stifling a yawn, she pulled a book out from who knows where and set to eating while reading.