( lissa is in a similar state, her posture slipping slightly as she relaxes her shoulders with each sip of her wine. her brown hair is in loose waves down her shoulders and she finds she is no longer bothered that she can't wear anything she would like to wear at such a festive event.

this must be good wine.

she smiles gently and turns to her seatmate. ) I heard you ordered the same thing as I did. ( and she takes another sip. why not! )

I've just arrived too. It seems we're part of an influx of guests. Ah. Arrivals? Captives?