*New year, meaning amazing food that he loved. Rom never did get to the food trolley so his stomach sounded like a muffled thunder storm. Patting it lightly he made a shhhhing sound.*
"Shhhh soon, be patcient stummy."
*Walking down the table he found a seat and looked into the gold plate waiting for food. Maybe if he looked at the cutlery hard enough the food would come up.*