No worries, Erik, Luke is as bemused as you are by food trapped in gelatin, like a fly in amber. He wonders if trapping amber with stuff in it in a jelly, and then perhaps trapping that in a further, differently coloured jelly, would be worth the amusement. He has the mould, now, anyway.

"It seemed the thing to do for a party this large," he says, putting his newly freed hands into his pockets. "It doesn't seem as if Charles knew how to stop once he'd started extending invitations. I'm half surprised he didn't invite the entirety of the new arrivals."