[Scents of all sorts hang in the air of this particular hallway. Some are warm and sweet, most likely from a meringue pie or fruity tart; others are spicy, perhaps something baked with pumpkin, gingerbread, or cinnamon. It seems to be wafting from one of the kitchens, along with the gentle patter of cupboards closing, utensils clattering, and feet shuffling. Outside hangs a sign, its message brief but written in tidy, slanted script.
The invitation appears to be open to all.]