Peter glanced at Nettie who with half a smile rolled her eyes, she'd not had the job that long but in such a short time she'd figured out Peter's quirks, she took three glasses from the Emperor's drinks cabinet and then took a few seconds to assess the drinks that Peter kept in there.
"The Avalon Honeyed Mead." Nettie said pouring it into the glasses.
"Excellent choice." Peter said, he looked at Oscar "It's got a great taste though to those who've tasted the stuff they make in Nya Aland there is something mystical missing from it, though the breweries are apparently working on it."
"Be thankful I didn't give you the you know what." Nettie said handing the two monarch's their glasses.
"True." Peter said, Nettie was referring to Quinntopian Whiskey, Peter wasn't a big drinker but he'd tried it once to humor her and it had one heck of a kick so it had become his choice for drowning his sorrows, something he fortunately hadn't had to do of late, he looked at Oscar "So here's to a lasting friendship."