The two of them shrug. "We are yours to do with as you please," the white-furred one says. Everyone digs into the food with equal abandon; everyone having their own reasons for needing more food than their size might indicate. Once it's all finished, the sphinxes scoop up the utensils, and move away into the kitchen to clean the dishes and everything.<br/><br/>"I'm going to see how the elves are doing," Blossom says, leaving the quiet crowd to itself, once more.