Inara laughs and nudges her shoulder into 'Chelle's, not seeming even remotely offended. "Just because you're blessed with freakish hand-eye coordination."

Ima has observed Inara during cooking class enough to not be surprised by this.

Giggle. "If you need some cross-stitching to do, I can do it for you."

"Perhaps I just need the right teacher. But I may indeed take you up on that!"

"Any time."

"Don't tempt me."

'Chelle pokes Inara's side. "No making people blush at dinner."

Ima's confused.

His sister would be... but not necessarily for too long. Emergency change of subject. "So... Have you met," line of sight picking target, "Parafi at the cooking class?"

That's probably not the smartest thing to imply while Imara's mother is right next to them.

Indeed, Dal-Ambre arches an eyebrow at the name, but is far too polite to comment.

"I think we met a little before that at the pictures," Inara corrects. "But it was nice to renew our acquaintance at D- ah- Aaren's class."

"Yeah, during Maltadee. The Matilda remake."

"I wanted to watch that, but I had a test the next day and herding the kids around is so tiring."

"I can imagine!" 'Chelle agrees. "I was exhausted just watching the chaperones manage it. Quite the skill."

"I must admit it was very tiring, but I like being able to combine having fun with helping others."

"Aw, you're my grandson." Dal-Jaon says giving Fernando a strong back pat.

"An admirable outlook on life," Dal-Ambre says, tone warm enough.

"Forgive my husband, sometimes one can't help admire one's own progeny."

"They are our legacy, it's nice to know that they will be bringing pride to our names."

"Yes, and isn't delightful when you see their own potential? Like, Inara, I was surprised when our grandsons told me she was such a vivacious young lady. But I can see who she takes after," does her eyes flicker to Aaren? Maybe it's just a trick of the light, "not that matters. I am just so glad to see them making friends."

Aaren smiles. "Inara's a good friend," he says fondly.

"I was delighted to meet them!"

"I was certainly pleased to hear they'd made each others acquaintence."

"She reminds me of Teronmas, speaking of which, where are him and Feliaris?" Dal-Jaon says, looking around. "Oh, the poor things have been snared by the South Reef Matriarchs."

"While this conversation is delightful, we probably should go rescue them and talk them ourselves. Do you know them Dal-Ambre? I can introduce."

"I don't believe I've had the pleasure, no."