Draiss was busy perusing the alcohols he had brought, selecting a new one he had found recently, a fine blend of liqueur, brandy, and vodka, with a hint of oranges. He got everyone else that wanted something their requests, before sitting down, ignoring his daughter's delight and his wife's disapproval of him giving Bastetta a tiny cup of her own. "Honestly, I have no idea. I am just here for the food. On a more serious note, I distinctly recall disqualifying myself and mine from the consideration, though I fully intend to ensure my support, et cetra, et cetra."