Jeffrey was caught and pressed into service by little Emily to help her gather the vegetables for the big feast. Jeffrey seemed pleased to go tonight, but Emily grumbled about the increase in dishes that usually accompanied feasts. " I guess it's not as bad NOW, mind you, with most the royals dead, half the gentry and soldiers gone and only us pigeons that weren't pressed into service left. I mean, we aren't old enough to be soldiers, and somebody has to keep the castle in working order around here," stated Emily smugly, not really thinking too hard about the dead and their sacrifice for her and the others.