Fortunately Seifer wouldn't recognize much about standard manners so he wouldn't think to be offended. The kitchen was a quiet place where he could breeze out and observe everyone for a while before retreating to his den of fire and food. He perked up at the sound of someone entering, managing to mostly hide the sly smirk that wanted to escape. Just the man he wanted to see.

"Hey," He greeted back, idly flipping a couple fresh tiny pancakes onto a plate to bring out. "Yeah, this thing was pretty important to him so of course we gotta pitch in. Never been to one of these so I just kinda guessed what to make." The frittata was going to reappear as dinner at some point. Made good use of eggs. "Glad to hear you liked it. Wasn't sure how the spread would go over." He wasn't used to parties. Potatoes were a hit, of course, everyone loves potatoes.