"No, Master Gloin, he’s offering you food", Gandalf reassured him. That was until the dwarves turn and discuss amongst themselves. "In that case, lead on". However, later that day, the dwarves sitting around the elves' dining table were complaining that the food wasn't of their taste, and that they would prefer meat rather than "leaves". 

"Kind of you to invite us. I’m not really dressed for dinner", Gandalf spoke as he walked with Elrond to the table. Changing into something lighter and more Elvish-like, Saeril had on an elbow-length, off-the-shoulder, brown dress that fell to her ankles as she made herself appear at the walkway of the dining area where everyone else was at. Although, she didn't sit with them, but peeked out on the balcony nearby. Her cloak was gone, so her wings stayed tucked upon her back. She preferred to walk barefoot, and let the sun warm them, and let her long ashy-brown hair flow free, while she seemed to be so troubled on the day's previous events. It was a lot on her mind.