The centaurs did not join dinner.  They ate on their own, but a wide variety of beast people did  eat at the table.  To Wahida's left, women who looked part cow, their breasts heavy and pendulous, beads of milk even now capping their long nipples.  Daxter sat near other dog men and women.  There was a contingent of cat people who sat only with each other and showed no attention to anyone who wasn't a cat person.  On the far end there were others, a horse man and his mate and others that Wahida had trouble placing.<br/><br/>The food was amazing smelling.  It was simple fare, almost pedestrian, meats, beans, vegetables.  Not spiced much or prepared very intricately, yet smelling wonderful.  There were meat dishes, cheese trays, salads, grilled vegetables of many sorts, and servings of fruits in cream.  Daxter seemed pleased that Wahida sat next to him and introduced her as the red witch to everyone else around.  As he began to put food on his plate his left hand fell below the table and came to rest on Wahida's silky thigh.