Renee
"My lord!" Relia burst through the door, not bothering to knock, prioritizing her duties over civilities, "I require your approval for the suggested guest list for the next feast!" She walked towards Clovis with purpose in every step, carrying herself like how one would in front of a lord but with a tad bit more casualness. 

Placing the file of papers on the table, she began to shuffle through them to find the particular few she needed him to see before gathering then in her hands and tapping it against the table surface to straighten all of them at once, "Here, all the big names are on it, but if there are any particular ones you'd like to add I'm sure that can be arranged, as well as any you don't want." 

Relia held them out in his direction, "There's also the matter of the menu for the day, the sides and all that. It is a hunt, but the sauces, drinks and fruits must be decided. Though it is a good season for pears, or so I've heard."
Ellen
Relia had been either in the kitchen or in the larder,which didn't surprise the nobleman. Although what she really was doing remained a mystery to him, she could be doing inventory. He trusted Relia enough to know she could have used the other slight of stairs in the kitchen from coming from somewhere else. She had a busy life tending to the finances of the city, along its surrounding land. Clovis abhorred official meetings. He always preferred Relia to deal with dignitaries or be his diplomat to talk things through. He certainly wasn't much of a speaker out of choice, perhaps, because he thought his perspective too stern, much like the royalty his House pledged oath to. Clovis was a warmonger, with some education. But Relia was his opposite, with extra cunning.

"Make yourself at home, Relia." He said with a monotonous tone, taunting her about his own excitement for the upcoming feast. He was being sarcastic, just to spite. He organized a hunt and festivities all around in the dining hall, which was a massive room of wooden reinforcement and base stone, torchlights scattered in the circle walls with a haughty fire in the center. A round gape sealed with a wooden trapdoor was open to lead the smoke to the top through the center pillar of the upper levels. It heated the stone walls and warmed the atmosphere above.

"Let me see." He took the papers she meticulously chose and read through them. Some of the Houses were laughable in his recognition of strength, but then he also knew about all the webs behind diplomacy. That was something he also wanted to entrust Relia with. He just wanted to be kept up to date to make educated decisions. "Wine works all the time." His tone turned to be quite casual, a noble talking to his confident or simply a man talking to a woman. Clovis did not have an ulterior motive. He was a man of battle and enjoyed his rest and drills when not in war. He was welcoming, but his public image was that of a harsh lord. There was a first time to when he tilled the land and that was when he was still a boy, then a boy turned teen. He did many things, but nothing was as good as the practices with his father or training with the dummies.

Many years later, there he was sitting on a large chair, looking at his advisor with a smirk. "I want the fresh fruits and the best wine. We shall decide the menu with the outcome of the hunt. Sauces shall be decided then. If it goes awry, then no one will look forward to eat from *Our* Larder." Clovis said, in half a jest. But he was serious. "That's the spirit of the hunt, as I see it, anyway." He cleared his throat, curled hand in front of his mouth. "How are the affairs of the land?" He asked in a smooth transition, still gazing at Relia.
Renee
The simple answers Clovis always gave were the best and worst thing, telling her exactly what to do but forever in a vague manner. Should she get the pears then? Or the classic grapes? Guess she'll just have to get everything of everything. Not like she hadn't done that before. 

"Fair, at the current moment. The current tax is just right, and because of it we're looking at a steady income that is starting to bring us returns, alongside happy citizens of course. The amount of resources being sold in the most recent weeks is down slightly, but that's attributed to the seasons changing and is nothing unusual." She shuffled through her stack of papers as she speaks, looking around for the important notes to give Clovis the condensed versions of, "There's the matter of reports from the latest hunts of minor nobles that visited as well. The number of animals seen and hunted has dropped by a considerable amount in that one area that we use, therefore I suggest either a change in location for the tourists or we capture large quantities of creatures and relocate them into the current one."