Gwyn almost scurried to attend to the necessary arrangements.  In only a few minutes, he had brought back large flat leaves to use as plates, and a knife made from a sharp shell and a piece of driftwood.  A large, flat rock was dusted clean, and something that was probably the remnants of a sail was spread over it to form a makeshift table.<br/><br/>He returned in time to hear Keely's comment, and the feathers on his scalp seemed to almost droop.  "There isn't much to use for materials, ma'am," he said apologetically, before gesturing to share his hospitality.