The plates used to present to the judges are from Beri. Like most plates that exist, they were handfinished by an artisan from a base template. It is nothing to [i]make[/i] a plate; it is everything to choose how to shape it, how to decorate it, how to fire it. Lovingly stylized sprigs of lavender frame the plate as a wreath, with the wreath's ends indicating how to orient the plate towards the diner. Small notches in the rim suggest that this was part of a set, with plates intended to slot neatly into each other after use.

On these plates are berry cakes drizzled in lime honey, the crusts crisp and buttery, decorated with edible flowers. Redana curtseys once these are all placed before the judges, one hand going unselfconsciously to her collar. Her smile is the pure happiness that she rarely had the opportunity to display on Tellus.

"Today, we have for you a celebration of the orchard. Now, I could thank our dear Dolce for the inspiration, but there's someone I'd like to thank properly before you eat. Everyone, let's give a big hand to Gemini and Taurus!" She turns, already clapping, and the pack follows suit, and isn't applause contagious sometimes?

"If not for their instructions, we wouldn't have done nearly as well in these three challenges! I certainly wouldn't have thought to give Mistress Vasillia this bouquet full of Gemini's pheromones, targeted for her nervous system, which will ensure that the hierarchy of the ship orients exactly where it should!" Her tail is wagging in absolute innocent delight as the ringleaders of the conspiracy stare at her and the bouquet she is carefully hugging to her chest.

"Now, let's make sure we win the way that we're supposed to! Go ahead and eat up- don't worry, there's no poison in the cakes, only an activation for the inert toxins that were in the tea, so everyone can enjoy the berries! Especially you, Mistress Vasillia, you'll feel [i]so[/i] good! It's in the lime honey, you see..."