The table was a feast to behold piles of pastries dusted with powdered sugar, roasted meats glazed with honey, fresh fruits arranged like a painter's palette, and steaming mugs of enchanted hot cocoa that swirled on their own.
Liria yawned as she trudged into the room, her mismatched eyes bleary. Her usually well-kept hair was a chaotic mess, and she was still wrapped in a blanket she'd dragged from her room.
"I hope the coffee is spiked," she muttered, dropping into the nearest chair.
"Good morning to you too, sunshine," Daena quipped from the head of the table. The former Demon Queen looked as regal as ever despite the absurd holiday sweater she wore a vibrant red monstrosity adorned with glowing runes and a cartoonish depiction of her whipping some poor mortal into submission.
Liria squinted at her. "Are those enchanted lights?"