Today was a mess, not only was she having to cook for a larger number but several guild heads had chosen her hall out of all places to set up shop for whatever horrid excuse they were surely ready to lie to her with. All in all most of her time spent in the game since the whole expansion business was spent watching over her guild. [i]" Mama, I think we got the... the err. "[/i] The small dwarven girl went pale, her cheeks going pink as she failed to pronounce the dish. [color=red] [b][i]" Honey, it's Pitepalt, and if it's ready go send it out with some of the older kids and MissGrump. "[/i][/b] [/color] The girl nodded in response, her voice echoing in the back rooms and gently out into the main hall as within a surprisingly short amount of time a group of 5 came out carrying plates and dishes, readying the table with practiced ease as a Dwarven woman with thin grey hair tied back into a bun shuffled along carrying a pot. 

[b][i]" Pitepalt, for those of you uneducated little monsters around here, it's a swedish dish originally. Down to it's basics it's a breakfast dumpling whose dough is made of potato and is stuffed with such things as pork, and in Mama's case cheese as well. It served with butter or jam, as well as milk. "[/i][/b]

The old woman commanded an air of respect in the same way your grandmother would always be obeyed at the dinner table. As the nearby chairs filled, other more american dishes quickly came out for those who wished something else. Pancakes, oatmeal, fruits, MamaFang was expecting company and nothing would be too much. It also served as a way to show off her guild hall, as it was slightly larger than normal, allowing for the massive central hall to function as a giant dining room.

Upon beginning the serving of the Pitepalt the old woman raised her head, allowing a single eye to glare violently at Parks. [i][b]"Child I really don't know who you think you are sitting in Mama's chair. If SHE won't whup you I will."[/b][/i] With that she grunted, not waiting for a response as the room slowly began filling itself, the main table being left for the guests and MamaFang as the side tables easily filled themselves. The room echoed with laughter and talk already, and was host to a range of levels now, most who belonged to The Fang Family being under level 40, with the higher levels and ages scattered across the room keeping an eye on everything and helping prepare and deliver the food. Yes The Fang Family was surely as it's name implied.