[attr="class","spiral"] T'is the season to be jolly. Fake niceties behind ironed bow-ties make up the common attire worn between stuffy suits and their casual blazer counterparts. Fernando sports the latter, left open and unbuttoned over his black silk turtleneck that makes up the last of his matching three-piece ensemble. Holidays spirit may paint the decorations in bright, festive colors, but Fernando keeps himself simple and clad entirely in varying shades of black. It makes him stick out a little less while maintaining a more relaxed appearance compared to those around him. With the mantle of regional politician and Silph's head, there's little reason for him to care about the trivialities of formal etiquette.

The sound of his name rouses his attention and he turns to face Alessia, expression blank until he scrutinizes her, sizing her up and trying to recognize how he knows her, if at all. "Indeed. I appreciate you stopping by as well as the invitation," he answers both politely and untruthfully. "How about yourself?"

[attr="class","spiral"] "Good to hear." Fernando matches her smile with a small one of his own. Standard formalities dictate that Alessia segue into small talk and Fernando nods accordingly. "I haven't tried any yet unfortunately. Figured I'd cut down on the alcohol intake considering the time of year."

His eyes transition from her own and pan out toward the crowd. He recognizes several individuals, most of which he hasn't seen in months due to his transition away from a wealthy socialite, and comments idly, "How do you feel about the turn out?"