Meryl set the plate of leftover chicken and rice from the night before onto the borrowed saloon tray. Alongside it she added a mug of juice, silverware, and napkins. Her hand hovered over the plate of brownies she'd made earlier that morning, but decided against it. She was still upset with Knives for the outrageous demands during yesterday's lunch. If he thought he was going to get anything extra like dessert, then he better ask nicely at dinner. She certainly wasn't going to be the one giving out such treats.
Taking a deep breath, Meryl mentally prepared herself for battle.