 The Eye of Sauron | Zan-y | Snake Charmer
Stanley had grabbed the first tray he had come across at the Catering station; luckily it was one that wouldnt tempt him at all considering his avoidence of all things starchy and wheat-based.
He examined it curiously; Club sandwiches...club sandwiches that looked as decadant as possible considering it was just a bunch of bread with little bits of something between each layer. They smelt fantastic; which puzzled Stanley as he had never thought of sandwiches, club sized or otherwise, as being something that had a smell.
He walked around sedately, with the tray held in front of him, stopping occassionally as one or another of the guests spotted him and took a club sandwich from the tray.
He was content to just amble around until someone called him over or the tray was empty; in which case he would probably grab something different.
Variety apparently being the spice of life and all.
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