[url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/26693/posts/ooc?page=1#post-838692]Seto Nanzo[/url] of The Society.
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Yup, he was definitely right about the food. The finger foods served by the waiters and waitresses were a delicacy but there was also a small stand with the slightly larger and heavier cuisine; it was usually located on the same place and he did come to taste it every time there was a ceremony happening, so it was not like as if he needed help to reach it. If there was anything to be surprised about this all, really, was the variation of the cuisine. They seemed to have improved on the menu this round, as Seto could spot at least ten different types of cheese and bread. He wasn't exactly a person to recognize exactly which country's specialty they all were, but no doubt they were mainly if not all French; he heard from his parents that the lady of honour tonight was French, so it was merely piecing the information together. Besides, back at his ceremony it was virtually nothing but unfussy dishes and tea so there was that too.

The audience went for another round of applause, but the machinist ignored it; his hands were full with a plate of food. He walked a fair bit away from the food stand in case there were anyone else wanting to fill their hunger [for he was a polite man... somewhat] and grabbed whatever was on his plate. Hm, bread. What a surprise.

It was around the time he was up to his second bread whose name escaped him - all he knew was that it was a long bread - when something or someone appeared in his vision. He was totally not expecting company, and besides he was too busy talking to himself in his mind, and most important of all he was in the process of swallowing. Needless to say the jump made the lump of about-to-be-digested carbohydrates hit his throat in an unexpected way which made him cough vigorously. He hastily let the plate fall on the nearest stand as not to waste the free food, one hand going for a certain flask around his belt holster. With practiced movement he flicked open the cap using one hand and gulped down the flask labelled "H2O", seemingly ignoring the concerned impact from the back. It never contained enough to quench a full-blown thirst, he knew, but it was enough to forcibly pass the lump down the right path down to his stomach. He took a few seconds of silence to catch his breath, then finally gave attention to the figure that made him jump while replacing the flask back in the holster. He heard her panicked voice to realize there was no danger, nor was it intentional. Instead of any sort of retaliation, he merely bowed a little as a half-courtesy and half to match the young lady-of-honour's eye level. 

"Good evening Lady... Difru," He started, pausing a little from trying to pronounce it as he remembered. She had announced it only moments ago just before the show of her Persona so it should be correct. His eyes met the tiniest glint from the all-too-familiar ring and willed his voice to come out once more in its boredom-laced manner as he would any other guest who he should be 'courteous' too.

"Many blessings, I do appreciate the warm welcome so soon after the ceremony; how may I be of service? Though surely there are others here who are far better suited for your needs. Unless of course there is broken machinery to fix, well then there is no other man better suited than myself."