"There are party games set up on the computer and big screen, and thare's a selection of people's favourite drinks over there." Ptricia continued.<br/><br/>Over there was a small alp worth of ice sculpture, a mountain as tall as Chris, complete with sculpted trees and village. The sculpting of the steep roofs and internal reflections made it appear as if the cottages had lit windows. Bottales and glasses were embedded in various plateaus. Ptricia flicked her finger at it, and a bottle on the highest alp, a blue alcopop of some kind, tipped over and flowed down a prepared path, givinh an impression of a mountain stream. It spilled of the edge of a sheer clif in a foot high waterfall, and polled in a basin beside the villiage.<br/><br/>"We have a cake, too."<br/><br/>A skunkette cake golem in a fondant and marzipan maids outfit came up the stairs, carrying several large platters of finger foods and plates on a stacking set of trays.