Galt had come face to face with death a number of times, not to mention the myriad of occasions he had very nearly been caught in the act of thievery. For someone in wealth, they might attribute it to something as innocuous as eating dessert before dinner or sneaking past one's parent to go play outside, but Galt could vouch it was an entirely different, more horrible feeling. And yet today was probably the most nervous day of his life, and he felt nearly as anxious now as he had when he had proposed to Silke. When her father had looked to her, Galt had held his breathe, but once he had given the Lord Harrowmark his approval, Galt had let it go in a happy sigh. He could almost laugh at the weight that had flown from his shoulders. 

Vincent's rebuff had been expected. His chief concern there was their father taking it and feeling emboldened in a decision to deny Galt. But that had not seemed to be the case, even if Silke were not there, as patient and rational as ever to pull her brother back to the ground. He should have known even if her family were against it, she would rein them in without much trouble. The Gods smiled on their marriage, thankfully, and it looked like Lord Kasper was on board. 

"I've already tried to make progress on that front," Galt remarked wryly to Lord Kasper's last item of discussion, Galt giving a smile to Silke's father, before glancing at Silke with a grin. He reached over and took her hand in his, rubbing a gentle thumb over the back of her hand. "I think I'm getting to her, kind of...sort of..." 

"Well there are first's for everything," Lord Bryne remarked, raising his glass to the two of them. Galt raised a glass in return, enjoying the moment. Vincent, on the other hand, still seemed less than enthused, but he did not give an outburst or made a fuss and excused himself. He looked content to sulk and idly toy with his food using his salad fork, choosing naught but to shoot Galt and Silke a glance every few moments. Lord Kasper shook his head, out of his wits from the whole discussion. 

"Perhaps you are right Bryne, my friend. Or perhaps I should finally learn a bit of bookkeeping myself." He professed. Galt did not know all of the duties of nobility yet, even after being drilled for weeks over the subject. But he was quite certain Lord Kasper was not a lazy man. Silke was an excellent administrator, but he wouldn't be surprised if her father could do his normal duties and rise to the occasion. Plus, if Galt had to be honest with himself, he had the distinct feeling Silke would somehow find a way to weasel her way back into her father's affairs and help, even when she was not in the same residence. He almost laughed at the thought. Lord Kasper took that as a smile to his own remark. "You're just happy you don't have to learn this sort of thing now, I presume?" 

It was a joke, but Galt still wound answer earnestly. "Well, to be honest it's not the most exciting task, but I also am attempting to learn some managerial skills as well. Silke has been very good at teaching a man like me, though I'm sure I'm not the best student." 

"From what Vincent tells me, you took to arms quite well." Lord Kasper complimented, his face beaming with approval. His eyes flicked to his son and patted his the table to draw his attention. "Is that now right?" He prompted. Vincent took a few moments to answer, as if swallowing something stuck in his throat. 

"I did utter something along the lines, I think." Vincent divulged begrudgingly. His next statement was added, with a bit more energy. "How does everyone enjoy the food?"