This humble monk does not usually grace himself to partake in such...festivities, but, mm...it was an experience to feed the senses.

[He closes his eyes thoughtfully, before they pry open, almost completely black just based on the sliver of them. He himself has the loosest bath robe on, but its lazily tied on, like its half ready to just slip off if he shifts in the wrong way.]

Ah, do you require food? [And...oh, there's a little growl from his stomach.] I admit, as a Servant of the Throne, my own hunger is...new to me. Thanks for the reminder. Fufu, though it is a nuisance of sorts as well...