Arthur Dent walked into the Great Hall a little bit late. He wasn’t fully dressed, exactly, still being in his pajamas, even at this late hour of the day. He wore a green bathrobe over his t-shirt and his red flannel pajama bottoms, and had a towel hanging over his shoulder, as though he’d just been on his way to the bath. He did manage to grab his Muggle wristwatch on the way out the door, though, which he wore, and his house slippers. Under one arm was a book with the words “Don’t Panic” glowing with a little charm across the blackened cover. He paused only a moment to look around the unusually decorated hall before giving a sigh and going in. “Is there any tea in this spaceship?” he muttered, heading off towards the buffet.