Dinners at the embassies of Surface nations are always well-attended, in hopes of imported local delicacies. This one is no exception, and though the main course was primarily (exquisitely prepared) mushrooms, the guests' patience is rewarded when dessert is presented.

"Ah," the Lord sitting across from you says. "Baklava! I haven't had any since before the Fall." The golden-eyed waiter smiles.