"Wonderful to hear!" Ghali said with a smile, and swatted at the tailor as she sneaked in to pluck the last of the pins from his sleeve. She got them, though, and the triumph was clear in her grin before, with a long-suffering look his way, she excused herself and slipped away.
Kuvira had risen with Juras, and as soon as their introductions were finished, she dutifully took her place on Ghali's offered arm. He gave her hair an affectionate stroke--though it was rather akin to how a master stroked a cherished dog.
"Ah, yes, she's the best I have. Remind me to reward you later, dear, for a job well done," he said, tipping Kuvira's chin up to look at her. She smiled demurely and lowered her eyes.
"You're most gracious, master."
"Indeed. Perhaps a new trinket for your hair? Ah, but I'm getting off topic! I'm sure you're starving by now, lad, and I deeply apologize. My tailor can just be so slow, genius though she is. Come now, this way! Into the dining hall. We'll talk more over appetizers."
And the two of them quickly lead the way, into a grand dining room with an impressively long and low table. Only the back end of it was being utilized for this meal, however, and it was only that space which was set. But already large, steaming trays of appetizers were set out, along with several different bottles of wine and plenty of candles for light. Plush cushions were utilized as seats.
There was a bench set apart from the table, and it was there that Kuvira would to sit while Ghali took his place at the head and invited Juras to sit at his right. For now, however, she stayed standing as she took to serving Ghali his favorite wine, before she looked to Juras. "What kind of wine does our esteemed guest desire?"