Nathan strode swiftly amongst the fanciful display of food. His crystal blue eyes darting across the various puddings and deliciousness. He smiled briefly as he scooped a bit of Russian pudding onto his plate before heading to eat by himself. It was business as normal for Nathaniel, ever since Scarlet had died, there was not much keeping him here in England. As such he had mostly spent the last year on the optional deployment to the Ukraine to counter his old coworkers in the Russian Ministry. Magic was one heck of a weapon, and he had fought hard to see it not misused. But now he was home. At least for the moment.