“Thanksgiving day in February...” Ferah leans back against a wall in the town hall as she catches her breath and reads over the pamphlet her crew had chosen to distribute to advertise the newest attempt at peace. This one wasn’t her idea and it seemed harmless enough but then again, so did a game and a lockdown meant for the citizen’s safety. She sighed and shook her head, folding the piece of cardstock into fours before pocketing it into her peacoat. She’s just arrived and already Ferah’s been bombarded with questions and she’s treated every single one with grace. Now all she can think about is food and hopes her Kahlúa cheesecakes are a hit. A smile pulls at the corner of her lips; the same one she’s practiced in the mirror for years and she makes her way towards the buffet line. “This is certainly an amazing turnout. What are you most looking forward to trying? Because that Lo Mein looks to die for.”