Nov 27, 2008 23:01
When Lilith opened her door, she had found a plate of Thanksgiving dinner, much to her amazement. The lingering scent attached to the dish made it obvious who it was - Ben - which meant that the food was no doubt made by a Winchester. Even so, Lilith took the plate of food and ate it happily. She kept the slice of pie, however, and brought it down with her to the lobby where she sat on one of the sofas with it on her lap. Her feet dangled over the over-stuffed leather lip of the couch. It looked delicious.
(ooc: Ben leaving food modded with permission)
hotel lobby