He writes down every name dutifully. He's not going to turn down anyone that she wants to invite. Including, the Duke and Pipsqueak. If that's who she wants, then they will be invited.

But then, she mentions the Swamp-benders and he laughs. "Alright, we'll send word to them as well." She certainly doesn't want a quiet, noble, serious ceremony and party.

He sighs and rubs his burnt eye, putting a letter in another pile. It's bothering him tonight, but he knows that he has to at least sort all these missives tonight. He doesn't have a personal secretary to do it for him. That's another thing that he has to see to... eventually.

"So you should talk to the kitchens and tell them what you want at the feast, so they can prepare." He closes his burnt eye and keeps reading.