Gregory wandered around unsure of what it was he was actually supposed to be doing here. Liaison to the Press had a fancy title and all but it wasn't like he was given training on what it was he was supposed to be doing. Hopefully though his boss wouldn't show up. He found himself in front of the chocolate fountain and smiled. Food. See now that was something he knew about.

He almost didn't see the person who was there and was unsure. Should he wait his turn? Was it acceptable to go onto the other side of the fountainy thing? Taking a fork he stabbed a marshmallow and followed the movements that the man next to him had taken. He looked toward the man and smiled, "Is this stuff any good?" Well it's chocolate...and marshmallow...really what could go wrong.