They say you are what you eat; this table is laden with soups of many flavors. It is all soup. From soup we came, and to soup we will return. This room is the mirror of the drawing room, with a kettle over its fire. Unlike the drawing room, this room is warm, as if the fire has always been burning. Outside the bay windows, the sky on the endless sea is dark and riddled with stars like blinking eyes.
They also say that you 'consume' media, so please, share this meal with me.
You're not sure all of a sudden who is dictating the flavor text of these rooms. Still, the soup looks good. (Eventually it'll be a little more substantial, with details about what I'm reading, watching, playing, etc.)
There are two doors here.