"Gentlemen. While we wait for everyone to arrive, I took the liberty of having refreshments prepared. The finest in Corsair delicacies that Crete has to offer. Please, help yourselves."
~A lady pushes a trolley into the room, laden with plates piled high with strange and exotic delicacies. Every person makes a noise of pleasure and approval, and partakes eagerly of the food. All except Ares; he picks up one morsel and sniffs at it suspiciously~
"My dear Ares! The food is not to your liking?" ~Farquar chuckles~