Misty is still uncertain about how trusting she feels about this place, but she's spoken to enough people to know she can't just turn her back on them. They're not the witches she knew, but there are good people here and like she learned before; without the right tribe, you'll never find happiness and you'll never make it.

So she spent some time in the kitchen, making what she found to be the best comfort food growing up. She takes her time, using as many fresh ingredients as she can find, humming the spell under her breath as she works.

Dressed in new clothes she pulled from the closet, Misty makes her way to the gathering in a long, soft floral print skirt, a slim tank and barefeet. Her shawl is in shades of rich amber and gold, the bright shades of the sun mingling with rich brick red. Summer shades to compliment the heat of the dish.

Filling out a little card, she sets it before the earthenware bowl, giving a nod at the note before heading off to find a plate and food herself.

Jambalaya. No seafood. Not vegetarian.

Salt for purification. Garlic to clean the blood. Bay for prosperity. Paprika for energy. Onion to banish negativity. Thyme and Oregano for wellbeing and peace. Sage to purify and Pepper to protect.

- Misty