You are giving me a joy of any community which wars have taken from me for years, and a new way to do the task which I have been set. No, I would bless you every day for this, it is no imposition.

[ A pause, hesitant - oh, she loathes this place and its understandings about what is too much, she thinks of Magni and Marcoulf coughing in shock over what she had spent on her spices for a simple meal. Or, literally coughing, in Marcoulf's case, when he'd taken a bite into it. Like she'd served him garam masala raw itself. ] A nobles wedding at least has at least three plays performed and a parade of horses and at least two elephants, to my reckoning, and it wouldn't dare go for a day. [ she sighs, irritated but there isn't much for it. It isn't her wedding after all. ]

Alright, then I will insist on the gifts given to the Chantry for the poorest, but we can forgo the rest.