"I'm sure Queen Atlanta, Emperor Benson and old man Karlis would be delighted to meet you when the time comes." The King was sure the group probably wouldn't need to gather the Heads of State to approve a sale but it was probably best to be diplomatic. Beside who knows maybe some point down the line Vinitsia could end up in the Union. The King wondered why Cinca was acting as a kind of translator, while Sabrina might not have been the most direct speaker it was pretty clear what she had meant and it now seemed there was some kind of rift between the two guests. While at the moment this was more Sabrina's problem than his own it was something worth keeping an eye on. Queen Jožica had so far been silent in the talks simply acting in capacity as a representative of the Orders owning the venue where the meeting was taking place. As Sabrina enquired about food she stood and leaving her ceremonial quiver of arrows disappeared inside her own orders Headquarters.
The King continued. "So beyond gas, what kind of industrial exchanges could I expect from Vinitsia? What should I prepare the markets of Drenovia to experience?" He asked keen to see more about his guests homeland specialities.
As Sabrina answered Jožica returned followed by several teenage girls, wearing the same green trousers and shirt many of the Order of Krešimira wore when on duty. These girls were merely Probationer's learning the ways of the Order. Their status as such distinguished by their white aprons. The girls carried several trays which were placed on the stone table. Jožica had a stack of wooden places with bone cutlery. "As a nation we're very tied to the forests" It was the first real words the Queen had uttered. "We as an Order make it our priority to preserve those and as such we live in harmony with them, taking just what we need." She lifted a pot lid, it was stuffed with onions, "We have beer cooked onions, they're simply halved covered in ale and then simmered, they then just fall apart." She then pointed to another dish , "Many of our order will gather Mushrooms, so we next have various types cooked in butter, garlic and just a little brandy." She moved along the tray, "While we don't hunt for sport we are skilled at it as a means of providing food. Rabbits are abundant and so we rather enjoy them deboned and then deep friend in buttermilk." Finally there was a large grey metallic looking bucket. "Our younger order members however are fond of something they call Game in a Bucket." The Queen shrugged showing she didn't really understand their ideas. "They gather pheasant, venison, rabbit, quail and even wild boar, its slow cooked then dipped in a mixture of milk, eggs and flour, and a lot of herbs and then deep friend. They then just serve it in a bucket with corn on the cob and a lot of butter." The lid of the bucket was taken off and a rather enticing smell left in a cloud of steam. "Please help yourself." She took her seat next to her husband and restrung the bow across her back.