Flute chuckles lowly. "Oh, if only it were our station. But our hosts have given us the run of this corner of it, of a certainty." She returns a Lanterner bow that is mostly-correct to the exact same degree.

The servitor will not insist that anyone take a canape, but Flute grabs a puff pastry of some kind and takes a bite before continuing.

"Pleased to meet you, Eres," she says. "Schematics first, yes. I'm most curious about how you plan on supplementing our offerings to the Lanterners."