Part 22
“Here, let me get that for you My Princess.” one of her bridesmaids insisted with a smile, and Translocated into the open interior of the ring-shaped table to take over the serving.
As soon as the first dish was served onto a plate Talia began feeding it to Mark, and she and Alilia were to feed him and each other from all three of their plates indiscriminately.
This left their two places beside Mark unoccupied, and over the course of the reception many of the guests used them to join the head table for a few moments of congratulation and conversation.
One of the first to do so was Amirgath, who appeared perched in Talia’s chair to Mark’s left in a small enough form to curl his tail around himself on the seat.
“Congratulations, and thank you for the invitation.” he stated as he poured himself a glass of whisky and swirled it with a very human-seeming manner.
“You’re the leader of the nation that bears your name, and it’s a state wedding.” Mark shrugged. “My point was made the last time we spoke, and I’m just as glad to have you.”
“You’ll want to try the honey-northberry elixir, it’s exceptionally good.” Talia suggested with a giggle.
“Thank you, but that’s a bit sweet for my tastes.” Amirgath replied, and tipped his glass back. “Good whisky though.” he noted as he set the glass down, then vanished.
such a small size. I’d say it was a gesture of reconciliation.
laugh, as Talia was about to place the next bite in
two or a few of their friends from Hiliani or Heartwood came by to offer a quick congratulation and a handshake or a hug or
boars from Felion as they lounged on the moss outside the circle of chairs around the head table. The spaces in the circle where their chairs would have been placed were wide enough for them to politely reach between for the thirty-six kilo tidbits
or are they being Translocated in?” Karzog wondered as he helped himself to his eighth, and prepared to wash it down
enjoyed more than fresh raw prey. All three were first served to me within
giants and gnomes have been working determinedly to try to find something they can sell to dragons, and they have found it!” Caria laughed. “When I considered catering for dragons at this event, I initially thought I’d have
but they seldom buy anything. Almost all
still frown on the idea of prepared meals in general, and refused to try it. They would, however, consider a prepared snack, especially at mixed-race events. This is affecting the social lives of dragons to their benefit, since they can eat with other races without having to eat fresh prey, which most other races find disgusting. Those dragon snacks seem like they
Povon chuckled. “These are absolutely divine! You must tell me where to
reasonable cost, they probably take a loss on them because each is equipped with a small Translocation Plane and spells that sense when the item on it has been taken and triggers the Translocation of the next item from the great automated kitchens in Felion. When you’re finished you simply turn the platter over. It self-cleans as soon as it’s lifted, and cancels further incoming items until you turn it upright again. Then they bill you for the items it’s received, and you can get more items anytime; their kitchens are always running. That’s where they make their real money, and why they can sell the platters so cheaply, though even the meat is very reasonable because it’s
I’ve heard they’re only palatable
of this wonderful event to negotiate a sizable discount on the regular price of the pork. From your reactions, I’m sure it will turn out to be wise for them to have
another roast boar. “So often I’m so busy that it’s hard to find time to hunt. I don’t eat as often or as well as I should, or so Grakonexikaldoron keeps telling me. These things could save me a lot of time. And
platter, Somonik?” Talia suggested. “I’m sure you can arrange with
accept!” Somonik laughed. “But if Grakonexikaldoron starts to complain that I’m getting fat, I’m sending her to you for the