Event -- A Dinner in Kaeprus

The Narconan Emperor quietly enters in an takes a seat. He stares at the cheese, surprised, and raises he glass a little.
"I'd like a little of both, please." he asks the Kahlawian representative.

"Ah, a person of fine tastes, I see! Please, don't make compliments!"

He then hands over to the emperor a glass of the floral flavoring liquor, and a bowl of the smelly and autonomously miving cheese with some bread slices, that if they could talk would be asking the gods to save them from this horror.

The Kyuxian Representative takes a plate of the cheese, pours some of her own beverage and sits.

"Dammit! Im late! Did i miss anything? Wait. What is this beautiful cheesy smell. Mm... is that Panyar Fasd i smell? I love it. I used to drink it so often in my home, i lvie clsoe to the border."

She takes his seat.

"Ahh. I calmed down. Can i have a glass of it please? And whats the other bottle? Is that a wine? Ah. So many good ones here. Im going to get fat today!"

A different representative arrives too, carrying in his hand a beautiful carved box made out of naturally white wood.

"Ah greetings! I bring two dishes! When shall we present them?"

Rogier Gaubert arrives on a private jet.
When it lands he steps out and goes through the bodyguards.

The President also politely refuses the maggot-infested cheese. The carved box is taken by an attendant, who takes it off to the kitchen.

A few moments later, an older chef bursts out of the kitchen, tugging behind him a young and perplexed-looking assistant. He begins to speak. "Zis boy, 'e 'as thrown out zhe rotten feesh from zhe WPRP! 'e zays 'e thought eet was ze garbage!"

The young assistant makes as if to speak, but the chef shoves his hand over the boy's mouth "Do not zpeek!" He hauls him out of the room, adding at the end, "ze terrible tazte of zis boy! To me, eet looked like, ehrm, a wonderful meal!"

A few chefs currently in the room whistle innocently, then suddenly remember they have work to do in, um, another room and hurry into the kitchen.

The Segerlinen looks up extermely offended.

"You call our food garbage? This is food, that my ancestor has eaten for centuries, and you think you can take the highground by calling this garbage?! This is a DISGRACE for ALL of the Segerlinen people! Fire this kerb immedietly!"

With the shouting of the Segerlinen diplomat, Urobuchi groggily wakes up from his drunken stupor, slowly looking around the room.

Appe96 wrote:The Segerlinen looks up extermely offended.

"You call our food garbage? This is food, that my ancestor has eaten for centuries, and you think you can take the highground by calling this garbage?! This is a DISGRACE for ALL of the Segerlinen people! Fire this kerb immedietly!"

With all due respect, didnt you support the people? How does firing someone over something this small help him?

I actually think they should give him a medal for having disposed of that rotten fish as the biological waste it was.

Oh, what a pity, I would have really loved a spoon of that delicatessen!!!

"I believe the situation is under control," says the President as the chef hauls the struggling young man out of the room. "I will see about a talk with the boy after dinner, though it is a shame that i missed the opportunity to enjoy your food."

Attendants come about and clear off the salad, bread and cheese, instead bringing out the more hearty main meal -- steaks, fish and more bread, as well as various international delicacies acquired in advance. There is even a bit of the Segerlinen rotten fish-meal, although a small enough amount not to contaminate the room. Some vegetarian options are also presented.

A Osonian aircraft came in, containing the Osonian representative. "Do we have permission to come in for landing?" The pilot said.

"Permission granted."

The Osonian aircraft then came down for landing. "We have damage in the right wing. Over." The pilot said.

"Ahh, great food! May i tell you what did we bring? We brung the finest bottle of Voden - an alcohol brewed from the very special kind of lemon grass, then completely evaporated, leaving only a slight smudge of a very strongly tasted powder, then the finest Nordgevyntian Cocoa is mixed with the blood of The Mighty Kroose and brewed. After that the powder is poured into the mixture and it starts its long sleep - dont worry, the Kroose did not die in this.

The second meal - a dessert, called Etehenen-Defenenen, a mixture of liquid chocolate, made in finest breweries, with the finest of Nordgevyntian Wines, especially the Wennen, is put into barrels. The mixture, ahving a very long condensation time, is sleeping in them for about 5 years. Then, when its almost completely solid, its slowly (for entire 1 day) poured into a container, where it is made nito a 1cm high layer, and is poured on with the finest of jams, the Jemmenen, amde from berries from our Kahlawite friends, and grapes from our jungles. the dessert is then sovered with cream, and cut into 7x7cm squares, which are covered by the fines of chocolate.

May you enjoy this meal! somenoe tell them to bring it!"

She says as she takes another sip of the cheese.

So, what are we going to discuss?

Yes, I'd like to know that too.

"This is simply a dinner; discuss what you wish to discuss, eat what you wish to eat." The President pours some red wine into a bottle.

While the Aquitian senators were mingling with the guests near them, the Emperor sat in his chair, staring at the communist representatives. He sits there looking for 5 long minutes, then snaps back into reality, and calls over a waiter.

"Order each of these people a bottle of wine, will you? I'll cover any costs."

He points out the members of the WPRP.

Yuriski wrote:While the Aquitian senators were mingling with the guests near them, the Emperor sat in his chair, staring at the communist representatives. He sits there looking for 5 long minutes, then snaps back into reality, and calls over a waiter.

"Order each of these people a bottle of wine, will you? I'll cover any costs."

He points out the members of the WPRP.

"Of course, free of charge." The waiter hurries off and returns with bottles of wine, which he gives to each of the WPRP representatives.

Flora picks it up, slightly suspicious. When it turns out looks fine she takes a sip.

Stalgruf pretends to take a sip of the wine.

Vury calls a waiter, writes him a note and tells him to send it to the cook.

Thirty minutes later the cook arrives with a couple of platters of Porteran desserts, each one looking quite appetizing. He offers some to the representatives around him, a few of them from the WPRP including the Segerlinen representative.

Stalgruf leans over to the Segerlinen representative and whispers, "Why do you think everyone is ordering food for us? Should we be worried?"

"Yes, I'd suggest we should let our guards take a bite of it first."

He calls over a guard who takes a bite and drink from all ordered food.