The Vaesteri family was among Milirevi's most important families. For generations, they've put their sorcerous prowess at service of the city and in the name of the Daliath religion. Their contributions were so notorious that they earned multiple awards and titles for it. Including the Dal-kanan-Dal (the blessing that multiples blessings), an honor granted to a single digit of families around the known worlds. The family ran a temple that was large, beautiful, a historical landmark, and a shelter to those in need.
"Goodness, I'm surprised my parents weren't busy proclaiming their delight that I wasn't the subject of the gossip for once..."
"They were," 'Chelle sounds amused. "You were ignoring them."
"Which I am sure was a good life decision." Teronmas says, sounds sincere under the joking tone.
"You aren't wrong. I often find that listening to my parents is a dreadful idea."
One of the other child-minders butts in. "Hey, the credits is over and we should clear out. Hey, aren't you are Sauvesteri?"
"I tend to go by 'Inara'."
The child-minder nods.
"I am not finished with my popcorn." Nori protests.
"You can take that with you," Teronmas explains, "but maybe we should at least move to the lobby."
"We should let the staff get one with cleaning," 'Chelle agrees, starting to steer Inara.
They start walking out. "So, have you ever watched the original version?"
"Dad had a habit of getting me to watch every movie that had anything about adoption in it."
"And of course 'Chelle then had me watch her favourites."
"Well, that's the true meaning of friendship."
"Sharing the stuff you like with the other," another triplet butts in. "Also, hello."
"Also midnight raids to the kitchen to acquire snacks without Dad noticing."
"He always noticed."
"Parental extra sensory powers."
Parafi startles a little, looking concerned.
"It's not like he cared," 'Chelle says with a grin. (...Did her hair colour just change?)
"You hair just changed!" Says a girl that was being lead by Feliaris.
"Ooh, nice trick." Teronmas compliments, then to Parafi. "She didn't sound like it was a big deal."
"I'm fond of it," 'Chelle comments lightly. "He's right," she adds to Parafi. "Dad has an open kitchen policy. If it doesn't have a note on it, it's fair game."
"Which is good, because I swear his cooking is addictive."
It's hard to tell if Parafi believes that, but he nods, at least somewhat reassured.
By this point they are starting to make a headcount. There are not a lot of people in the lobby, so the task isn't all that complicated.
"Can we try it sometime?" Asks a child.
"I don't think her dad is a professional cook."
Parafi is very aware of the guy watching the triplets, but tries to shrug it off.