A communal Seder had been planned down to a not so fine detail, and so certain imperfections will be ironed out in time for the next one at Blue Gum, same time next year.
For that is what Pesach is about, after all.
Ironing out those imperfections. Looking for the 'chametz' that rises inside of us. The old hurts and resentments that bind us to the past, and keep us from moving forward. Enslaved. Bitter. Looking outward, instead of inward at the ego from which all outrage stems.