Benjamin moved to take Ray's arm so he could walk her to one of the tables. Baskets with bread and baskets with cups filled with butter, jelly, peanutbutter, chees spread, honey and chocolate spread were on all tables. On the tables were plates and dull butter knives - sharp knives were out of the question because some of the patients were known to self-harm, and if someone got in a sudden aggressive mood sharp knives could be dangerous.

One of the staff walked around to give people coffee or tea, or porridge if they desired. A nurse stood at the medicin cart to fill the cups for all the patients. 

Benjamin gestured to one of the tables in the corner, it was a place they could at least keep an eye on who was within hearing-range if they wanted to talk about things the staff could better not hear.