[Lesallia Surish]

A small frown marred neutral lips as she ran a sharp eye over the assembled ingredients, certainly enough to fill the stomachs of all the festival goers, she hoped at least. Blowing a strand of hair from her eyes, Lesallia pondered on what to expect for the evening. She’d allowed her fellow shopkeepers the use of her kitchen to prepare the festival foods -- not that it bothered her; she was doing her part to the best of her abilities with as little effort as possible. What bothered her was letting that Yutri woman into her household.

As much as she knew Arryn would never do anything to harm anyone, she still didn’t trust the woman. She’d been witness to Yutri mannerisms back where her parents came from, and it unsettled her to have to worry about it here.

The chime of the gate bell broke her from the negative thoughts, which in a way was a good thing. Who could know what her mind would come up with when let loose? A manicured hand waved the butler off as she made her way to the front hall to greet her guests, pausing shortly as she took in the sight of Sebastian, who by all rights should never be allowed near a stove.

“Welcome, the kitchen is through the hall there, everything is ready and waiting for you.” A flickering frown. "But Sebastian is not to touch the stove or anything sharp. I will not have you hurting yourself trying to do something you should not.”

The pouty frown that came after those words made the silver-haired woman smile. She waved them to the kitchen and trusted in Virgil's cooking skills to get them finished quickly and mostly quietly.