Pterro wasn't full of shit, for once. It was about a minute, maybe, when they were finally compelled to return to the magnificent guild hall for an even more majestic feast. Divinity nearly trampled people trying to be one of the first into the hall for the banquet, but did stop when Pterrophos removed the chairs of Ghesh and Turnit. She hadn't known either of them too well, but the imagery of their chairs being removed was enough to actually illicit an odd pit of the stomach feeling within her. "Now's not the time to be a fuckboy, Maya, now's not the time." She whispered to herself, taking a deep breath and walking to the feast table and taking her usual seat not too far from the girls fawning over Repageroy.

She snorted, assorting her meal before her. "You girls would be camels if you were any thirstier." Divine said in jest, her usual edge returning to her voice. She then tore into her meal, the hunger that she felt returning as the scents and sights of all the food around her invaded her senses compelled her to do so with as much force and speed as she possibly could. This was a plus for her as people that ran around her to ask her what the battle was like were rewarded with garbled chewing noises. On occasion, even a middle finger or two. 

[i]Her highness is eating, peasant folk.[/i] The "Queen" though to herself.