“Vess, why don’t you gather the dirty plates and bring them in?” Ras nodded to his brothers and headed into the dinning room as plates and bowls began to fly onto the arranged tables. Next the ice boxes opened and streams of sliced desserts and ice cream floated out and plated themselves while Ras made small adjustments to each dish and garnished them carefully. “These all have rum in them, so make sure the children don’t get them and let the breastfeeding women know too. Next will be the nonalcoholic versions.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>