The dining room filled gradually, which was a generous way of describing what actually happened.
In truth, Leo went floor by floor and knocked on doors until the people behind them had no reasonable excuse left.
Some of them came down looking like they had made peace with being awake.
Others looked like they were still negotiating for more sleep.
Jake, like always, was one of the last to arrive, looking like he had fought a war in his sleep.
The facewash had helped, but the food helped him much more.
Within twenty minutes, the dining room finally settled as the players wolfed down the food, as it owed them money.
When most of the plates were close to clear, Dawson stood to his feet and clapped to draw the attention of his men.
"I know how most of you are feeling. And since we are ahead of schedule, today's for you and what you choose to do with it. Tomorrow we start preparations," he said as he looked around the room.
