<strong>Name:</strong>Elfi<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Ship's Slave<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Galley<br/><strong>With:</strong>Braxton, Open<br/><br/>The glasses were a little mismatched, but Early had two real champagne flutes.  Elfi didn't know why they were called that, you certainly couldn't play music in them.  It was no accident that one of them was placed in front of Serenity and the other in front of Braxton.  Everyone else made do with the usual mishmash of glassware.  She was surprised when Sue pressed a small glass that started out as a container for hazelnut spread into her hand.  The liquid bubbled and smelled sharp and exciting.  Unable to refuse it, but not given leave to drink it yet, Elfi held it awkwardly and waited for permission or denial.  She wasn't normally allowed alcohol.  That was really nice of Master Sue, really nice, and Elfi hoped she'd be allowed to join in the toast.  It sounded so fancy.<br/><br/>Elfi circulated slowly around the table, picking up dishes and replacing them as needed, filling up glasses and bowls and taking away soiled napkins and bringing fresh ones.  She was very good at being unobtrusive while doing so, and never once bumped into anyone.  When she was between Braxton and Mya, Elfi noticed his hand under the table and could only imagine what he was doing.  Poor girl.