The room's centerpiece is a long banquet table, groaning under the weight of a feast. Smaller tables surround it, with a gap on the far side of the room for a small stage and a dance floor.

"Look at that! It's even more vibrant than I remember."

Julian muses. The banquet table is artfully piled with food sorted by color, with red at one end and purple at the other. Fruits and vegetables, baked goods, roasted meat, jams and jellies. People sit at the smaller tables, chatting and occasionally getting up to get more food. At the table, you spot Procurator Volta's tiny form. She gathers an armful of tiny orange cakes and shovels them into her mouth. A band takes up position on the stage and steals your attention from the Procurator with their music. When you look back at the banquet table, the gluttonous woman is on green, scarfing down vegetables.

"Ah, can you feel that rhythm? It makes me want to get onto the table and dance!" Pushing away the auburn locks from his eyes, he stands, unbuttons his coat, and offers you a hand. "How about it?"

You take his hand and he grins widely. He guides you to the edge of the dance floor and together, step up onto a chair. With a spin, another step is made, and your feet meet the table. Without pause, Julian steps down onto another chair. This time, he braces your weight. You feel weightless until he steps down to the ground. The lot of you whirl between tables and chairs, letting you catch glimpses of guests clapping and whistling at the display. Laughing, he lifts you onto the banquet table. You risk a glance down the length of the table, looking for safe spots to step. By now, Volta is at the purple end of the table. She's eaten so much that there's plenty of gaps to put your feet. You twist, step in, and dip him. He follows without hesitation, hooking his leg over your hip to keep his balance. Perilously close to a towering pastry confection, neither of you waver.

"Oh, you're full of surprises, aren't you? I would've invited you to dance sooner if I had known."