The four looked at the assortment of food lying on the table. All sorts of wonderous meals, cooked, fermented, coated and prepared almost perfectly. It would be so enticing for any of the remaining party to just take a bite of... But they began to guess at the pattern. Even Ryan, the one most easily tempted by such a rich feast, looked at it in growing dread. From what was seen earlier, most, if not all of these traps, seemed to be focused on tempting the team.
From Kit trying to attain new knowledge, to their previous trap that the Healer was only able to save them from, to now this. And solemnly, in silence, they made their way through the room. Nicolai looked away from the tables, Ryan covered his mouth, Dylan bit his lip, and Marceline strolled onwards. The least hurt by avoiding this vicious temptation of gluttony!
Although, one thought did stroll through the inquisitive mind of Dylan, which he only brought up on his way through the dark passage out of there. "Don't you fellows believe it to be strange that somehow, all of these exotic fruits," And he took some time thinking carefully on these next few words, "And cooked meals, alongside wines, somehow ended up in this dungeon out of all places. Alongside remaining fresh... While it was a trap, it's unusually time sensitive and prone towards failing if the foods rotted..." Suddenly he perked up, looking to Nicolai as the hero said, "...Unless if there was some kind of spellcaster sustaining the-"
And then in their distracted musings, the two fell down the hole, with Marceline and Ryan barely managing to catch themselves as the duo screamed.