I'm glad that K has decided to strike up a conversation with the doctor. It will put him at ease. After a piano duet with @Erik_Deruin , I lead my guests into the dinning room to eat. The table is practically groaning with the weight of the food. There is roast turkey, spinach pockets, cranberry sauce, sliced carrots, corn-on-the-cob, calzones, toad-in-the-hole, sausage meatballs, garlic potatoes, pigs-in-a-blanket, crab legs, brie and crackers, spinach pie, tiny sausages in barbecue sauce, warm rolls with butter, hot chocolate, orange-leaf green tea, water, lemonade in both colors, hot cider, apple pie, chess pie, chocolate eclairs, boston creme pie, various puff-pastry treats, chocolate truffles, and an elaborately decorated chocolate cake. we all sit down, grace is sung, and we all start in in the food. Since everything is on the table, there are no courses. One can start with the dessert just as well as with the appetizer. Just about when everyone had finished eating, I heard a knock at the door. I frown and count my guests. Everyone was here, so who could that be? I went to the door and was greeted by an autofficer. "Good evening, miss. I see you are having a party of some kind."
"Yes, yes I am." I wasn't too nervous as I could feel Erik's presence behind me.
"Miss, you and everyone here will have to come down to the station with me." He fumbles with a note pad as if he would much rather be in bed right now. Behind me, I hear the unmistakable snap of a Punjab Lasso. I glance behind me to see that another gentleman is standing behind my Tutor cracking his knuckles. I smile sweetly and step out of the way. "All yours, gentlemen."