Faeya looked up at Lyra and smiled. "I've got it!" She wasn't one to ask for help, ever. Faeya did things herself, though knowing why she did so was a mystery. "Why don't you set up the tables for our guests? Obviously we'll need to give them all the attention they deserve, so a clean atmosphere is always nice to walk into. Also, I asked the dean to order us small candles to put as the centerfold of the table to replace the flowers. I thought maybe a few rose petals and candles would romance the place up so the guests are happy." She smiled, loving her decisions and enjoying her otherwise "precious" time here.