"Dally, With me." the new Lady Conloach quietly said to her manservant, peeling off the long silken gloves off her hands and passing them back, where her servant took and pocketed them. Hannah took on a matronly smile as she approached the crying children, with a sympathetic tut, she took the two that she could see by the hand and led them out of the mound of what was once a very expensive and no doubt heavenly cake.
"There, there children, no reason to cry. Come on, take a deep breath." Once out of the remains of cake, she produced a handkerchief from within her gown and started to whip their faces clean while Dally fished a third child out of the pile of cake on the ground. She hadn't seen the third. About that time, kitchen staff came forward with towels to drape around the children.
While this was going on, one of the nobles in attendance sidled up to Ithel, giving him a gentle prod in the ribs in the elbow, "Congratulation are in order, Lord Conloach, every bachelor from here to Fell must have tried their hand at courting the Torva Heiress, and all were turned away with refusals and, if rumors are to be believed, the occasional lash and sword. Yet you've seemed to tame the fiery tigress of House Torva. Just wait until she gives you one of your own." The lord gave Ithel a pat on the shoulder before melting back into the crowd, that was starting to intermingle again now that the disturbance had been assessed and was being handled. Plus it seemed like the kitchen had found a steady supply of pies and smaller cakes now that the wedding cake was no more.
It wasn't long at all before Hannah detached herself from the kids and headed straight towards her new husband. Two plates of cake in hand, demolished wedding cake scooped from the top of the mound that was now being efficiently cleaned. Handing one plate to Ithel, she smiled at him, "Some traditions can't be deterred by a simple fall." Taking a fork off her plate, she scooped up a large bite of cake and held it out to him.