It was a somewhat festive atmosphere at the cafeteria the next morning. Hatmoza had indeed been one of the plotters, so the loyal elves were on a three-day hot streak, and the end was near. To celebrate, the cafeteria staff brought out the finest in eggs, bacon, and the freshest batch of sausage they had, which fortuitously had just been delivered that morning. Zexen's absence was missed in all the merriment, until someone had the misfortune to chip his tooth on the ring hidden in his sausage.
The ring seemed strangely familiar to zexen's friends, for reasons which became obvious when a chunk of zexen's distinctive scarf was discovered in a different lump of sausage. At that point, the number of vegetarians in the North Pole quintupled overnight, and the cafeteria scrapped its plans to serve hamburgers that afternoon...
*DAY SIX START*