Ptricia's brow furrowed. "Falafel, that's a kind of desert fox with big ears... Psyche!" She grinned. "Which country does it originally come from? Place with the pyramids? There's a bunch of falafel balls in the small freezer downstairs. Nuke 'em if you want 'em."<br/><br/>Kuroni stated. "I thought you ordered coffee and cakes." She pulled a delivery satchel from... somewhere, stuff-space probably... with the distinctive star and moon covered chef's hat logo. A matching forage cap appeared on her head.<br/><br/>She opened it up and pulled out an insulated flask that was slightly too big for it, and a whole set of cups and additions in some neat trays. Then there was a wooden box with the same logo, which folded out in an eye twisting way into a glass fronted dessert display cabinet, at least that's what it appeared to be. And yes, among the double dozen different types of fresh pastry there are lemon drizzled doughnuts.<br/><br/>"I've got those potions you wanted too." She stated, bringing out another bag. "Six each, formshaping and reformation. Sure you haven't some playing in mind?"<br/><br/>OOC: The 'bunch' is actually several catering packs of falafel balls, adding up to about half Chris's bodyweight.