"'Chelle," Aaren chides, more amused than anything else. "Ima, Parafi, pleasure to see you again. And you are-?"

"I am Ima's older brother, Padrikiun Costu." He offers his hand to shake. "And that is a really cool trick," he tells 'Chelle.

Ima waves at 'Chelle and Aaren.

Aaren shakes Padrikiun's hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

"I rather like it," 'Chelle agrees. "All the better to confuse people with."

"It is very pretty."

'Chelle squints at little at him and shrugs.

"Please, sit," Aaren says, gesturing to the seats around them. "I suppose we have time to get to know each other better."

They dutifully take seats. Including Fernando. 

Ima, despite having just taken a seat at the table, offers the small snack cakes to everyone. 

'Chelle will engage Ima in conversation while taking on of the snack cakes.

She will engage, and try to get Parafi to be part of it if he is feeling like it.

Padrikiun tries to make small talk with Aaren and Fernando in that case.

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."

"Dal-Jaon Vaesteri, as my dear wife said." He offers his hand to Aaren.

Aaren takes the hand, shaking firmly. "A pleasure, thank you for the invitation. I'm Aaren Rydel, this is my daughter 'Chelle."

Dal-Jaon's hand is firm as well. He extends his hand to shake Padrikiun's.

"A pleasure, your hair is lovely," she sounds sincere.

'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.

Padrikiun will introduce himself as well.

(He gives a strong handshake.)

"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."

"No need with the sir. We are all friends here."

Ima briefly squeezes Parafi's shoulder, telegraphed enough to not be surprising.

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."