It's a Hit...Sorta (Founders)

"The sausage pastries are amazingly light yet savory enough to ease my appetite!" Godric encouraged them all once he'd swallowed a mouthful of the treat in question. "The house elfs and yourself should be proud of the hard work that you've put into all this. Perfect for a midnight snack, honestly." He grinned at them, not noticing the little bit of sausage between his teeth.

He waited a bit while Salazar put a few pieces of the shortbread (with honey) onto a plate and indulged in at least two of the small bites and Rowena settled in a bit with her wine before asking, "Now that we're all here and settled in, business or celebration first?"

While this should have been just a night to celebrate what they had achieved (there were actually students there to learn from them!!!), he knew that he would have to bring up Maximus Raine before they all got too drunk to think. Then again, maybe that would be a better time - once they were all in better moods. Truly, Helga was a much better reader of social situations than he was.

However, Godric was not one to shirk away from hard things. He much preferred to take them head on and then push forward relentlessly until the matter was settled. Gifford always said it was better for him to have been born first for Godric could have never played the politics game as a proper duke should.