LAUGHTER Oh, Kippawa!

Would anyone like to say a blessing for our meal before we dig in? No, religious people here? I've got a nice concerto I can play. Well, justice is my religion. Thank you. As you all begin to enjoy your meal, the open window that looks over the now star-studded sky of Dias stock on the far end of the food chamber is a light with a green glow for a better moment. It's a beautiful shooting star, crosses past the horizon, bright and beautiful. You all toast to it. Drink from your meal. That's a sign. A dull rumble in the distance. We should make a wish. Excuse me.