A Private Dining Room, The Estate, Glacia

[glacial_queen]

The small dining room that Karla had set aside for her 'out of town' guests to dine in tonight was one of the ones they hadn't gotten around to denuding of Ludmilla's and/or Hobart's horrible taste in decor yet. Karla had chosen it deliberately, figuring her friends might get a kick out of how completely hideous it was. Everyone knew that extravagantly tacky surroundings aided digestion, right?

Well, Karla was a Healer. She's swear to it, anyway.

And, who knew? Maybe she'd give everyone a souvenir or something! 'I came to Karla's coronation and all I got was this ugly figurine.'

This was how they knew she cared!

Tomorrow was for long, boring speeches and painful formality. Tonight, she was looking forward to just hanging out with friends, having a good time, and threatening to make people sleep in some of the bedrooms that had thus far escaped redecoration.

Any question where Glacia's treasury had wandered off to?

[Open for pretty much anyone who wanted to be invited for the coronation that's absolutely not happening tomorrow! Up early for mega SP, because SP is wonderful. NFB for off-island shenanigans.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"Ah; a method of bribery I highly approve of," Hannibal said with a nod and a smile.

[wwiii]

"It's the one I find to be most effective with her," Warren laughed. "We have a herd of wagyu cattle up in Arceria that I got for the people in Haven as a gift to her. I know it's not technically kobe unless it was raised and slaughtered in Japan, but it's the closest we can get in Kaeleer. That makes my job a lot easier."

Between beef and sex, Warren knew how to get his way surprisingly often.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Will that be one of the things we taste this evening?" Hannibal asked.

[wwiii]

"Admittedly, I haven't spoken with Cook about her plans for dinner tonight," Warren replied apologetically. "Things have been hectic around here today, preparing for the coronation on top of a lot of the duties that come with being Consort to the Queen in the wake of a war, most days I'm lucky I get to talk to the staff for more than a few moments at a time."

There was a brief pause before he smiled faintly.

"You might get to sample some honey pear tonight, though. I made a point to have a crate of them imported for the occasion. Karla doesn't know yet."

Because she'd have strung him up for the luxury of it. Shipping fruit in Kaeleer wasn't quite as common as it was on Earth, after all. But this was Warren. Warren and money. And it was a special occasion, so...

[sharp_as_knives]

"I look forward to it. And to meeting Cook, I hope."

[wwiii]

"I'm certain Cook is looking forward to the same," Warren replied, "with the way Karla's been going on about those desserts you made."

He smiled, and then nodded back toward the head of the table.

"I really should be heading back to Karla, but if you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask for it. The staff will be happy to do whatever it takes to make you feel at home, Doctor."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Thank you." Hannibal nodded and smiled back. "And thank you both for your hospitality."