The air shimmered with the scent of spiced cider and hot oil under the colossal glass dome of the Aero-Feasting Hall. Lord Ashworth raised his chronometer-fork, the polished brass reflecting the amber glow of the setting sun. Instead of a traditional bird, a magnificent Clockwork Turkey dominated the table, its copper plumage humming softly as it auto-carved steam-hissing slices onto porcelain plates. Guests, dressed in elaborate velvet and leather, pushed up their smoke-tinted goggles to admire the spectacle. Miniature, brass-plated airships, painted in jewel tones of emerald and sapphire, delivered candied yams and crimson cranberry reduction to each seat, completing this most mechanised and marvellous of harvests.
