Re: Mischa Lecter || Hannibal
"And you look positively handsome. Thank you, Hannibal. Your parties are all ways wonderful and I am certain this one will be exceptional."
Mischa easily dismissed the gratitude with a soft, "It was no trouble." A lie, but one happily told. Between her busy schedules, the desserts had been as much a labor of love as an apology for becoming so preoccupied as of late.
"I better not," she playfully teased, graciously lifting a flute of champagne from an offered tray, "I have been told I make the waiters under my direct command cry.” She gentle sipped before adding, “Besides, I have given the staff instruction on the serving order of the desserts."
She turned, stepping to his side so as not obstruct her brother's attention, and turns her gaze to the arriving guests and tipping her gold crowned head, "Who are you expecting tonight?" she impishly asks in a hushed, conspiratorial tone.