At the daycare dining hall, this was the final night
The Solstice snow was beginning to soften outside, signaling that the festival—and the reprieve from reality—was coming to an end.
But inside the Little Whiskers Daycare, the temperature was rising.
It was time for the Grand Feast.
The dining table had been magically extended by Archduke Cassian until it stretched from the kitchen all the way into the hallway. It needed to seat:
Five Warlords (Bastion had joined them).
One King.
One Nanny.
Two Foxes (Jax and Finn).
One Bunny Guest (Luna, who was holding Jax's hand under the table).
And seven hungry cubs.
Cooking for this group was not a task for the faint of heart. It was a logistical nightmare involving three different dietary requirements:
The Carnivores (Wolves, Tigers, Panthers, Foxes) required meat. Lots of it. Preferably rare.
The Herbivores (Bunnies) required high-quality greens, roasted roots, and absolutely no meat touching their plates.
