The dinner Zagyg provided was tasty, if not normal. It seemed to be greasy bits of chicken cooked in a way you'd never had before. A white paste with brown sauce, some kind of tangy salad, rice, and cold, effervescent drinks you've never experienced before completed the meal. The script on the side of the containers is in a foreign language, nothing at all like common.
The next morning the feast leftovers are cold and yet still amazingly tasty. The drink has lost it's fizz, however.
Everyone is rested. Back to the same spot or elsewhere below the Temple?