Dave reaches for the food but you yank his hand away. "Why'd you
do that?" he complains, so you answer "That beast is
probably trying to fatten us up for when he eats
us."
Suddenly, another monster comes into the dungeon with a huge pot of
steaming barley bean soup, a slightly smaller dish of tuna casserole,
three bottles of lemonade, three bowls, plates, cups, forks, and
spoons, but no knives. She, somehow you know it's a she, puts it all
down on a table that you didn't notice, then leaves.