There's an awfully pregnant pause, like the entire building is holding its breath. The eerie feeling creeps up, and both Rafe and Melisandre will feel something cold against the back of their necks, a repeated puff of air that suggests someone is standing right behind them, panting.

Then there's a shriek, loud and ear-splitting, enough to make the wax melt from their ears, and a figure flies forward, bending over the offering, back hunched and elbows out. They're covered in long veils and robes, all in white, the figure vaguely humanoid. Their face can't be seen, but presumably there's a mouth in there, because the smacks and chewing noises suggest this offering is very appreciated.

WannawannaWANNAfood indeed.