Everything in the Center was looking perfect.
The white tablecloths were spread with an impressive array of snacks and nibbles, intended to appeal to a very, very wide variety of tastes. Over the sign marked with a leaf, a wide variety of fruits and grains were piled high, glowing in a variety of appetizing colors. Over a sign marked with a bone and a marbled cut of meat, there were cold cuts, cooked meats in warming trays, and even carefully covered trays of delectable raw slices. A third table had a sign of a multi-legged creature, and it was covered in... terrariums? Yes, for insectivorous visitors, Desmond kept an array of bugs, both live and prepared. (He actually quite enjoyed the moth stew himself.)
Today was one of the "big meetings" he arranged, and he'd put out loads of flyers and been sure to advertise. Evelon was a place that saw many, many travelers from other dimensions--some purposeful, some not--and Desmond wanted to provide a place they felt welcome and could talk about their problems. He'd been successful in this business for most of his short life, even if he did adopt the human form of an old man. He liked to project a warm, grandfatherly aura, even if he himself, as a Kuhna, was only a few years old.
He had plenty of food. He had soft music playing. Now all he had to do was open the doors and wait. The center had received plenty of RSVPs, so he expected a good turnout today of travelers from other worlds.
And... there. The doors were open.
