Geez - the spread was even more incredible and mouthwatering than he had envisioned. He almost felt a tinge guilty while piling such wonderful things onto his plate, as if he were sneaking into some lavish cocktail party and swiping a few shrimp before making his way out, back to where he belonged; but then again, he remembered Buffy extending a casual invite in her recording, so it seemed it didn’t quite matter that he wasn’t a very close friend indulging in this meticulously prepared feast.

Finding a place at the table where there was room, the Bronxite set down his plate and unzipped his hoodie, hanging it up on the back of his chair. He let out a light sigh as he sank into his seat, looking about the place and at his company, this curious mix of men and women, strangers and new friends. There was an empty chair... it was where Doc maybe would have sat, had he been here.

Hey Mac baby, better watch what you eat or y'won't be Little Mac no more, hahaha!

Mac could almost hear the man's laughter floating in the air... and then realized it was someone else at the table chuckling easily. He looked back at his plate, half-absently poking at a bean.