He would have spoken, asked how Chanah was doing, but already the door was opening. A panicked look crossed trough the man's brown eyes as he stood to bow to the lady hastily. "The preparations are nearly done. I'll bring out the pastries and set them upon the table. The drinks will follow soon." With a glance Chanah's way, a small smile offered up as an apology upon Amaury's lips, he moved away towards the kitchen.

Soon he bustled about, placing things hastily, but artfully, upon each tray. With just as much ease, the butler of sorts moved to put everything out in the center of the dining room table where the meetings usually took place. There was always more then enough room there for those few participating. Shuffling back to the kitchen, he poured juices and water, and amber colored liquids into glasses. Somehow Amaury managed to balance everything and take it all at once to the table without spilling a single drop.