A cart was brought forth with several levels, the empty dishes were put on them and the men tending to the cart shifted the dishes to fit them all in the shelves. The knights put the dishes up themselves and wandered away to their other activities. The noise of the conversation died, a hush rippled and a few knights hurried out of the way of a green haired knight that appeared by the near empty stew pot. Maxwell's muscle mass was less defined, her skin two shades lighter. Her hair in the style echoed that of Dean's instead of the buzz cut she normally sported.
Kayla shifted uncomfortably when Maxwell sat heavily at Dean's table. "How's life?" Dean asked with a grin.
"Ask me tomorrow," Maxwell grumbled around her mouthful.
Bruce peered at Gabriel for the first time since she sat down. "You ready? I have the package. I think this is a good time to skitter."