Now that the unassuming couple were seated at one of the tables at this restaurant, the lovebird couple went over the menu, with Cornelia conveying to her hubby Treize how much she was starving, expressing it with the kind of usual overexaggerated fashion that women expressed themselves, not that it prevented Cornelia from taking a liberal amount of time to do her hair and debate which perfume from the mini-collection they brought with themselves, with Cornelia spraying herself to such an extent, that one could smell the expensive fragrances before one could catch a sight of her.
You surely turned our room into a gas chamber. The Count humored his wife.
''I'll fancy a Fourchu Lobster.'' The tall, long-legged Princess Cornelia ordered the server as she pondered over what next to order.
''I'd like to the oldest wine that you can offer. Other than that, like my wife, I would like you to serve me a Fourchu Lobster.'' The twice-as-older than Cornelia said, who had persisted to be deep in thought what to order next.
''I'll summon you if I choose something for later.'' The Princess postponed.
We'd also like it if your chefs prepare our meals as quickly as possible - we'll pay you four times over what you will normally bill us for.'' Count Treize commanded to the waitress, rather than inquire if this option was even possible in the first place.
Kassadnya and the ever-vigilant bodyguard Oles Honchar each ordered a beefsteak and a vegetable soup, respectively. All the while the Knight-Agent surveyed the environment all around him, especially at the section where His Grace Count Treize Khushrenada and Her Highness Princess Cornelia Von Peacekraft were seated. Jolting a little and on alert, as he watched like a hawk, another waitress accompanying a woman in civilian clothing who took her seat at the table to where members of the Royal Family were seated.
Brettenwald wrote:Lunch was starting to seem like a good idea, so I finished my paragraph, closed my notebook, and walked over to the restaurant adjoining the inn. It was much busier than I expected for such a small town, but then again the religious festival was probably a big attraction for tourists. "Oh, I don't mind at all, I like meeting new people," I reassured the waitress, who was very apologetic about having to seat me with a couple who looked about as out of place here as a cow at the Aurinel debutante ball. Plain but definitely upmarket clothes, posh demeanor, foreign looks. Come to think of it, they were probably the ones with the immense white yacht distantly visible in the harbor. Money does not buy taste, as Mother always says. "Hello, I'm sorry to trouble you, but there don't seem to be any other seats." I ordered the tempura shrimp over rice along with a side salad before introducing myself. "Liane Harkenhal, from Brettenwald. I'm here on work, sadly, but you look more like tourists. Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"
The man and woman of blue blood were somewhat surprised by this woman for whom the server personnel had found a place at their table, an unexpected situation to be had for sure. Cornelia for one found this delightful, to encounter another tourist in this otherwise third-world shithole, as her husband voiced his impression of the country privately to her, while they were in the hotel room.
The princess leaned slightly over to the seat of her husband, whispering into his ear in Cassadian.'' Should we tell her who we are?''
''No.'' Plainly stated Khushrenada to his wife, to which Cornelia submitted to.
''Oh how nice to see a foreign tourist face in this strange land. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Svetlana Kamenova Vojvodina. This towering presence of a lovely bear next to me is my husband, Petarchovski Lyubomir Vojvodina.'' Cornelia switched to English, expressing her remarks in a tone that was bright and animated, lying to the woman in front of her as to whom they really were.
''Pleasure to meet you, madame,'' Treize said in a gentlemanly fashion, getting from his seat as he extended a hand with an open palm for the woman in front of him.
''We're tourists from the fair Holy Kingdom of Cassadia my dear. Surely you may have, or have not heard of our country in the news publications in your country.'' The Count answered her inquiry, he continued by asking the young woman a counter-question.''And may we ask from what land do you hail from dear?''