Samsul looked over at Anastasia and smiled at er as he put his fork down on the plate next to the remains of the chicken. He could feel her hand squeezing his, and squeezed her hand as well. "You'll do fine. I'm sure that they'll like you, Anastasia." He knew his parents well enough to know what kind of people they liked, and although Anastasia might not have fit everything they wanted for a wife for Samsul, she only lacked training with a weapon and skills to take out people twice her size. Samsul picked his fork back up and continued to eat what was left of his food. When he was done, he turned back to Anastasia and smiled. "We can go and see them now, if you'd like."