Somewhere in Carcossa
The Ozian Embassy at Al'Khem offered residence to the two representatives as is customary, but instead the two booked at a multi-star hotel somewhere in Carcossa and wrote it off as a business expense for the Ozian people to cover. Senator Ieter already was at a table eating her continental breakfast that the owners recently rebranded as the "Cefnorinental Breakfast".
Chancellor Feridnha walked to her table, and a servile girl quickly rushed over to her table with a cup of coffee before she sat down.
Before Feridnha sipped her coffee she told the table, "doish’ishi doenieir." Then she eyed the sign again, "What's a Cefnorinental Breakfast?"
The Iseltov shrugged, "It's the food I have, I think the non-Gaeanists call it a continental breakfast. You just grab food and bring it to the table."
"What's continental about it? I just see Myrorian pastries and other Inglish bullshit. Where's the Ozian continental part?"
"I believe it's the coffee."
"What do you mean? Al'Khem exports coffee too."
"But upstairs a packet next to a dinky drip machine said premium Ozian roast."
"No, no. That's just the style of roast, Ozian roasts are usually lighter around the world, because we actually grew up to know and love the full taste of coffee. These bastards around the globe just stamp 'premium Ozian roast' to trick people into thinking they've gotten something exotic. It's here because tourists and business people are chumps."
The Iseltov furrowed her eyebrows, "Oi! I own businesses."
The good chancellor made a wry smirk, "Is that what the Iseltovs call themselves these days? A series of businesses?"
"We've always been a series of businesses, just you bastard-communists always called us otherwise!"
The two of them yelled in Ozian at each other now, "Bastard-communists!? You take that back direship bitch!"
"Fuck no, get your damn continental breakfast and calm down! I apologize for calling you a bastard, but you're still a damn communists"
"Well yes officially, I guess I'll take back the bitch part and keep the direship part. That's enough insult these days."
"Well just go get food already. You look stupid there with just a coffee, you need something for today, even if it's a buffet of desserts."
"This isn't continental! It's a fucking Myrorian breakfast. Stuffing my face full of sweet bread is hardly a breakfast. Today's going to suck. Where's the smoked meats and such?"
"They have sausage I think? Just a few. Eggs probably pre-scrambled and put in a bag. They have fruit over there, apples and bullshit berries."
She stood up to go to the buffet now, "Fine I'll get the bullshit! All the bullshit"
"Don't forget the bread with holes in them. Bring me one too!"
Feridnha yelled across the tables now, people irked now by the noise these two were making, "Why would you want bread with a hole in it."
"Get the cream cheese thing too."
"What is this? All this packaging. They poisoned it, I'm not getting you anything, you can just take the bread."
"No, it's not poison, we probably made it, idiot."
"Why would we make something so pompous as a little container for condiments."
She came back with a tray of foods, a waffle with syrup, sausage, scrambled eggs, apples, berries, oatmeal, milk, orange juice, the whole water pitcher, and of course the bread with holes in it. Ieter said to her, "I don't know, the non-gaeanists like to waste."
Feridnha sipped her milk while listening to her, but she proceeded to spit it back out, cursing first in Inglish, "What the fuck is this? This isn't milk." Heads turned this time, journalists and other diplomats with their families closed their childrens ears. The two didn't notice though.
"The non-gaeanists filter their milk of fat and call it healthy."
"How stupid."
Ieter snapped at a Servile, shouting out, "Oi, ash tray here," in Ozian. She didn't know if it would work or not, but after some scurrying they brought one over.
Feridnha now tried to discover the mysteries of holed bread, "Do they stack these on sticks and serve them on the street?"
"Maybe probably."
"You think Myrorian women put this on a man's penis, so when they blow their man they have something to eat next to them?"
"Wouldn't surprise me since they're so fat."
Feridnha mocked a Myrorian Inglish accent, "Oh Sera Ferforithvothafroth I need this sustenance to carry out sexual intercourse."
The two of them exchanged laughter, and the other patrons still exchanged odd looks at them. The two of them were totally oblivious to the attention they generated as these were normal Ozian table manners, non-existent. As Feridnha ate a bagel wrong, by biting into it and wiping butter along the sides, Ieter took out two zuavka cigars and lit them.
