Danny cracked her neck, stretching as she did. She had left the fish at the boat, catching up to the rest of the crew at the castle, just in time to see the Captain in the infirmary. Predictably, Nolan got worked up, mothering over the captain. Danny herself would have panicked, if she weren't absolutely comfortable in the settings. She had seen people much worse off than the captain get better within the week week back home, and just by looking around, Danny could tell the castle health services were a whole lot better equipped than back home. She didn't say anything until they were led to the feast, and her excitability was back.
"Theres enough food here to feed an island! We can't possibly finish it all, there's going to be so much left over! What are those platters made of? Oh the gods, they look fancy enough to buy a house! A big one! What even are these foods? Are these edible? Are you sure? Nolan what are these? Is this alcoholic? What about that? Wow, those gooey balls look like apples dipped in something sugary! Are they? Hey, Ray what are those? How do you even eat that? What are all these forks and spoons for? Theres five! Of each! What Re they made of? You could buy a whole lot of ink with a few of those. Miles of parchment, too! Ooh, whats that?" The navigator ran side to side, looking wide eyed at the spread, but never touching anything. She ended up behind Luro, peeking around him at the table muttering.
"This is too much food. Too much food. It'll take a year to eat. Let the gaurds have some. Maybe the townsfolk. Too much food. Too fancy. Too much fancy."