As we walked towards the table that was clearly marked for the leaders, Veela came up to us and offered their food and drink. I grabbed a piece of fruit, a Xuche if I remember correctly, and  took a bite of it while another Veela handed me a glass of wine. The juices of the rich and tangy fruit stuck to the roof of my mouth, but not in an unpleasant way. Thanking the two Veela who handed me the food, they smiled and continued through our group. 