Vincente Jarvis watched, out of the corner of his eye, the three children as they approached his general direction. But when the three (eldest girl, middle boy, youngest girl, dressed in the same shade of blue; possibly not very happy about that. older sister dislikes the ribbon in her hair - she's obviously been tugging at it - brother is feeling self-conscious, youngest sister most enjoying herself) showed signs of approaching him specifically, he turned ever so slightly to face them.
"Good evenin'. I hope you're enjoying the party." The youngest girl held out her hand and pronounced the words in as stately a manner a child could feign. Vincente smiled and took her hand, making a small bow (partially to play along with her seeming charade, partially to be able to see her better).
"Good evening. And, so far so good, I think," he looked at the three of them in turn, trying to appear warm but not child-smothering. "Can I be of any assistance, Miss - ?"
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