Fabian and Streil gave him looks that suggested that they didn't quite follow his logic, but that didn't make much of a difference to Core. With a small flourish of his hands, a banquet table appeared in the bleak and empty shrine. A pristine white tablecloth spread itself over the whole, draping neatly over the table, which was then joined by candles and a plethora of table settings.
And then the piece de resistance... The food. Dish after dish sprang into existence from nothing, arranging themselves along the table in an almost opulent presentation.