So this practice had its limits. Clearly the Ryccian government wasn't as mental as he previously thought. Though his guts still weren't satisfied, he realised they never would. This would be amongst the cultural clashes they would have to deal with. Perhaps the xenos are the easy part and maybe these twisted parts of society would prove more difficult.

"I may have been to early to judge this practice, I am sure it is well intentioned. Nonetheless, my guts still feel bad about such a practice. It feels wrong from our perspective. But if your people are fine with it and it is just a reflection of your people, than I don't think it's our place to dictate what you should do."

Hopefully this would fit well with the Ryccians. Regardless of that, there would be outcry at home of these practices. Though if directed well enough, it could be light in a different light, which would limit the outcry. It wouldn't disfavour the Ryccians too much if played right.

"Well we in Stoinia have a different way in realising that. Or I guess it's our mentality on what is good. You see everyone knows that the best food is made by your grandma and thus most quality restaurants try to mimic such recipes. The essence is not in the rarity of ingredients, but the taste is the most important. Although I imagine you would be well taken care of in such a restaurant, but probably too much for Stoinian comfort. We like to do things with our hands and we don't like have someone help us with every little thing. That's why robots are outlawed in our country, as they are deemed decadent in our Kingdom. Which again can be referred too our nationalistic traits we won with the xeno races that attacked us."

The King took another puff. Then pondered for a moment.

"I believe we both have a different sense of what luxury is. We consider to be basic things such as a roof over our head, a family, a partner maybe even a weapon to be luxuries. I guess the wars with the xenos have made us that way. When you lose a lot of things in such wars, people are bound to view basic things as luxuries. I think that's one of the main different views between our peoples. I am sure this will be quite interesting for the papers."

The King puffed once more, taking the last puffs from his cigar. He then looked at Argenworth again and jokingly said. 

"Well Mr. Argenworth, I am here on a state visit and shouldn't leave your officials waiting. That tax payer money has to be used for something."

"I believe you have enough information for now about us. May you enjoy your seven-star restaurant on Daonlathas, but never forget your roots. Be sure to write in the papers that we aren't like the monsters you previously thought."

He sheathed his sword, finished his cigar, closed the portable ashtray and put in a pocket. He then stood up and handed out his hand, wanting to give the journalist a firm grip. Nonetheless he had a big smile on his face and so did the Queen.

"I wish you the best of luck. Perhaps I will see you again in a few days at my press conference, if you aren't on Daonlathas by then. Good luck and say. What do you think now of your distant Terran Brethren?"