Illiendi was somewhat impressed by Amano's flexibility, many of his past 'masters' had been much less co-operative and it had often meant extra work for the demon later on. It was a pleasant change of pace to have someone put their own ideas forward but accept that the demon knew best and work towards his vision. Between them they had finalised everything that was left uncertain, from clothes, weapons and the like to the more important things like port stops and docking procedures. With food, water and the ship arranged as well as the crew there was little left to do and still time before dinner to get something done. 

The demon took his spot by the window, his essence creeping out across the shadows and toying with the candle light, causing it to flicker and sputter but never die out, like a cruel cat and mouse game that could go on eternally. His cold eyes followed the boy to his wardrobe, curious what other little curiosity the human would try to bring with him. Instead of something bizarre it was something mundane, drawing supplies, the demon focused on the reams of paper and charcoal and for a moment seemed to contemplate the words Amano said with great weight and severity. At length he spoke, "I see no reason for you to give up such a hobby, how will you document what you have seen and experienced without drawing it? If you see a dragon how will you begin to explain its features if you have no image for the simple minded fools to see? Bring them, drawing is quite a noble hobby." 

The demon stood and made his way over to the desk where the tools had been placed, he flipped open the sketch book and looked at the pictures without comment, "It always confuses me, how you people can look down so on talents like art and music when they were father's greatest gifts to you...other than free will." He shut the sketchbook and turned to Amano, "I can pack these for you, then we must dress you for dinner, tonight we will trial run your new lessons on your family." The demon then, true to his word, would find a way to carefully pack the items in the top of one of Amano's cases which were neatly readied for departure by the door. 

The demon would then groom Amano's hair back and help him into a shirt and dinner jacket before excusing himself to go help with serving the meal. He smiled and nodded to the servers, relaying the table with the silverware and the best china in the household, he shined up the crystal glasses and polished the silverware. Replaced the molten candles with fresh ones and managed to find a bouquet of roses from the garden to replace the limp ones in the vases, finding a few tulips to pepper the decoration in favour of the Mrs. of the household. The crisp white linen cloth almost sparkled with radiance and only when satisfied the table and room could look no nicer he waited for Amano's mother and Amano and aided them both to their seats before excusing himself to help with serving.

"THE CHICKENS GONE BAD!" Came the yell of the chef, Illiendi narrowly missing a thrown tomato and hiking a brow, 
"Make something else!" Said the maid
"I don't have the time to think of something else!" Illiendi smiled that smooth smile and shook his head, "Dear chef, is the soup course ready?"
"Of course it is!"
"Well, might I suggest that the ladies get ready to take that out? The family were just arriving as I finished setting the table." 

The scramble was made and fresh bread rolls, butter and the soups were taken out with the professionalism that Illiendi expected of a household. While they were busy he took the cook quietly to one side and sat her down, it took little effort to will the woman to sleep and with the silence returned Illiendi could work on a main meal. The chicken was indeed off so the bird was offered to the streets for the dogs. Rummaging through what the household had he found a small boar, a piglet really, sizeable enough for a family to enjoy but cooking it would require a special tough.

As the waiters returned Illiendi was finishing gutting and spiking the pig, filling its cavity with garlic's, onions, lemon and lime to give the meat a fresh taste, he had made a marinade of honey and herbs and thrown a cupful of bourbon onto the coals to give a smokey flavour to the skin. He issued all of them with tasks that removed them from the kitchen -serving drinks and finding fresh vegetables to go with the boar. By the time the soup course was done the piglet was succulent, it's crispy skin was tender to the fork and smelled divine. 

Illiendi had gone with a plethora of cubed, lightly roasted vegetables; potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots and peas to give colour, a chunky, fresh apple sauce, gravy made from the juices of the cooking pig and a nut roast loaf, made with cashews and walnuts. The starters bowls were cleared away and the main meals sides were taken out, Illiendi bringing the boar for it was quite heavy for the others. With the same grace and poise he approached the table and lay the boar in the centre, refilling cups and goblets with the required liquids and offering smiles to Amano's allies at the table and knowing looks to the brothers who had wronged him. "My humblest apologies, I know you were all looking forward to a chicken meal. I hope this however, will not be a disappointment. Master Hughes, would you care to cut the boar?" The question was posed so that it could be refused and if the man refused to cut then the demon would with great skill cut into the meat. He made idle conversation but would pass topics to Amano rather than keep them himself, allowing the boy to try his new skills while Illiendi was there to keep an eye. When the meal was served to all those gathered he excused himself with a bow of his head and a smile and returned to the kitchen where the dessert -made by the chef earlier- was just coming out of the ovens. A fruity sponge cake but the custard had yet to be made, reassuringly he dismissed two of the help to go keep an eye on the dinner while he whipped up a custard for when they were done, adding too it a little caramel flavour to give it a more rich and deep flavour. 

This then was served and with the servants offering to do the cleaning away Illiendi took to the dining floor while the family finished their dessert.