Zavros tried his best to not just let the sheer display of food overwhelm him. He was afraid it wasn't working - his eyes must have been as wide as tea saucers. He had no idea what sort of...thing...Maur-Azur had had his servants prepare for the banquet, but it was clearly massive. Was this some passive creature raised for the slaughter? Or was it some fearsome beast, with it being presented for dinner being as much a statement as it was a food choice?<br/><br/>Zavros had no idea. Gingerly picking up one of the dishes, he poked at the grilled...mackerel? He had no idea - only that his senses were informing him that great care and attention had gone into cooking and preparing it, that the spices had been meticulously chosen, and that the chef could safely assume to be quite proud.<br/><br/>The wine...he had no idea. "Uh, thanks?" He'd never been served by a seahorse...head...thing.<br/><br/>He turned to Mouse. "You reckon this is safe to eat?" he asked in a hushed voice.