Seishu remains in his daze, even as Cho walks in and begins taking orders. Rue orders some sweets, Inui, something light and fluffy. Rasha orders some fish with lemon, and Crios calls for something cooked in wine. After the last order Cho walks carefully up to the bed and waits quietly at Seishu's side. Somewhere in the back of his mind the guardian knows why he is standing there, but it takes a few minute for him to say anything. 

“After each great clash, my people gather in the halls of my palace for a mourning meal. It allows us all to dispel our grief and feel refreshed by the next morning. There is nothing special about the dish served itself, but. . .I feel like eating it right now. . .” Those in the room listen intently, Rue feeling a faint flutter of happiness that Seishu finally said something. Cho nods slowly at Seishu's words, waiting patiently for Seishu to tell him what the dish is. He knows the dish will most likely sound quite gross to those around him, but at this point, he feels it may be the only thing he can stomach. 

“The dish is simple. A cut of fresh red meat, cooked in a mixture of blood from five other animals. Once cooked it is placed on a bed of ivy, a drizzle made from sugar and the blood it was cooked in dripped over it with fresh blood orange slices framing it, and a single flower petal placed in the middle atop the meat.” As he falls silent Cho tries to imagine what that will taste like, but despite his dubiousness over whether or not he will be able to cook the meal properly, he none the less bows, casting a smile around the room before slipping out an hurrying off to the kitchen to get cooking.

He only makes it a few steps however when the familiar sound of big furry feet on stone draws his attention and he turns to see Enasi and Harper approaching the room. Without hesitation Cho bounds up to his lord and give him an award winning hug before pulling back and looking up at Enasi with the sympathy thick in his gaze. “I am so sorry Lord Enasi. I've ordered a feast prepared for the rest of the palace, and I've just finished taking orders from the gang. I assume they will all be eating in the room for at least part of the evening.” He tilts his head slightly. “Night ordered and interesting dish of mourning. . .I hope I don't mess it up. . .” He smiles wide, trying to keep his mood from plummeting. “What would you and the general like for the evening meal, hmm?”