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Aurora would greet everyone as they came to gather round the table that Serah had picked out. It made sense after all, they didn’t know each other all that well so far. It was amusing to see how everyone chose to arrive, some more common than others. Truly their host only had himself to blame.

[color=6ecff6]“Salut”[/color] She would nod towards Lu… something, Luke? [color=6ecff6][i]‘No that’s not right…’[/i][/color] She kept the grimace from crossing her features, she had only met him today it made sense his name would slip so easily. He piloted the Rex Altus though.

[color=6ecff6]“Ehrosh bem”[/color] She’d say in greeting towards her Tervrain friend. Rhylaen’s name was still fresh, and it helped that they had spent a fair bit of time together today, after the mission, what with Aurora trying to learn Rhylaen’s native language.

The other man, the one with the blue hair, Aurora nodded her greeting. Making sure to give a friendly smile as well She recalled that one’s Frame more then she did him. But she figured she had met them first, as Guinevere was the first of the frames she could recall learning about. But nothing else seemed to float up in her mind.

She noticed the exchange between Serah and Elora, and would smile at it. She was curious about the bottle, but it wasn’t really her business. Not to mention impolite to inject herself into a conversation that wasn’t involving her to start.

Regardless, before Aurora could think of doing more, the show had begun as it were. 

She gave a polite round of applause to the servers at their well-choreographed performance. Accepting the food offered with a smile and a nod. And had much less reservations about tucking in. The food was wonderful, of course, held back only by the limited time and circumstances. And she couldn’t help but feel nostalgic and a bit melancholic over the food.

It was a dash of home she hadn’t experienced in years.

She raised a glass towards the host of the evening. [color=6ecff6]“A splendid showing, Monsieur. My regards to the chef, it is magnifique.”[/color]

It was shortly after doing so that Argo’s pilot arrived. Looking stiff and uncomfortable with the atmosphere, not that Aurora could blame the other woman. She and Argo likely didn’t know how to live off the battle field, they were like Sleepy in that regard. [color=6ecff6]“Yes, join us Minerva. Eat, and relax. It is a rare night we get such luxury no?”[/color]