After a week and a half after the first cooking class Dal-Yora sends out invitations for tea party.
The Vaesteri grandparents approach the table after a few minutes.
"Greetings, I am terribly sorry we couldn't approach sooner, but Dal-Karlene is not the kind of person that can be Simply Dismissed. Dal-Yora Vaesteri, it's a honor to meet you."
Aaren takes the hand, shaking firmly. "A pleasure, thank you for the invitation. I'm Aaren Rydel, this is my daughter 'Chelle."
'Chelle knows enough about people politicking that she knows that is probably not as sincere as it sounds, but she smiles graciously and thanks Dal-Yora for the compliment.
"Firm." Dal-Jaon comments. He turns to Parafi and offers his hand. "I hope you have been adjusting better."
"-Ah," Parafi hesitates before shaking the offered hand - his shake is not precisely firm, more an attempt at a quick handshake. "Yes, sir, thank you."
He doesn't know about that, but he nods, and leans a little into Ima's touch, trying to convey his gratitude.
"It is great seeing you adjusting. Would the table mind if we took a seat, we can scamper off and leave our grandson," she nods at Fernando, "be with his friends."
They both respond - Aaren talks some about his military service and what lead him to 'Chelle and where he is now.
While 'Chelle talks mostly about her schooling, and what she's learning to do with magic.