Last month, in the lead up to everyone's favorite annual meal, Lycaon is preparing a feast to put all the rest to shame- but he's really going to need to flex those butler muscles to pull it off. Enjoy, and see Lycaon's expanded menu right away here!

Art by  Silver-StagAfter countless battles and immeasurable strife, it had been decided amongst several of the agents working across the myriad factions of New Eridu were in need of a break. There had been many solid victories against the Ether Mutants and Exaltists alike, and even though rivalries were still running high across many of the city's factions, it was time to call for a truce and break bread together. A Thanksgiving meal would be prepared, and of all the agents in New Eridu, it was decided that only one of them could truly handle such a vast undertaking.

Von Lycaon had been the master of several houses and orchestrated innumerable feasts and banquets, and had never once failed or bungled an event. The wolf therin was certain this Thanksgiving Feast, hosted, naturally, by Victoria Housekeeping, would be one of his crowning achievements. The city was counting on him, Victoria Housekeeping was counting on him, and if nothing else, his own ego as a peerless butler and maitre'd were riding on the success of this feast.

However, he had to it that he was beginning to feel a bit run ragged— catering for so many agents across New Eridu, calculating the right menu to satisfy a dozen or so different tastes and preferences, making sure sworn enemies and bitter rivals were as far away as his seating chart would allow, had really tested his skill. But as he gathered ingredients for one of the more unique dishes he would prepare, Lycaon felt that comfortable, familiar feeling of control reassert himself. He had ed for every eventuality, and so nothing else should—

"Oh, dear." He muttered, checking his phone. At the very last minute, Ben Bigger and Pan Yinhua had just RSVP'd to the Thanksgiving meal— everything had been thrown off balance, and he was going to need to reorganize everything; those two alone would eat all the other guests combined under the table. Lycaon nearly dropped his grocery bag, but then stopped, took in a deep breath, and calmed himself. This feast might require broader shoulders than he currently had, but he was already thinking of solutions to correct that.