The Stoinians immediately stopped with eating and put their food back on the plate for they knew what was going to happen next. All of them were disgusted by this practice. How could one justify this spillage of food. The King did a cross, then proceeded to put his elbows on the table and rest his face in his palms.

"My God ..."

The Ryccians looked confused at the King. What had they done wrong? All were looking at the King now. He lifted his head to the roof and held his hands together. He whispered.

"Please God Almighty, forgive me and especially these people. But I am about to tell them what they need to hear."

He then stood up and looked at the Ryccians who were confused. The King took a breath and straightened his uniform. He raised his tone, he was angry no doubt could be held about that, but his tone was gravely serious.

"So you mean to tell me, that people around your Empire live in poverty while you sit here and spill all this food? Just what kind of a stuck-up tradition is this? To serve your aristocratic needs? Is this what happens at the seven-star restaurants on Daonlathas? Is this what the government pays citizens to do on their visit on Daonlathas? Let them spill food for fun while other families struggle? Is this what the mighty Ryccian Empire has come to? Is this a tradition from the Terrans or taken from the other races? How can you do such things and not insult the very uniform you wear? You are embarrassed to say what the liquid does, but not by the act itself? How, in the name of every holy Saint, could that happen?"

The last bit was pointed at the Emperor. Although by now it was clear that he didn't have any real power, but he still felt he was a beacon of what it meant to be Ryccian.

"By God, I knew we would have different cultural clashes, but this can't even be justified within your moral point of view. How can the monarch, or any official for that matter, sit here relaxing doing this practice, while your people are struggling? I thought the role of the monarch was the noblest of roles and to serve your people. Not sit in eternal luxury and enjoy whatever unholy pleasures come to mind. And it's not just the monarch apparently, it's all the other representatives as well."

The King noticed he had made a fist. He relaxed and unfolded it, but leaned over the table.

"Let it be clear, that we Stoinians will not proceed to do this decadent practice of yours. Our people have gone through hell and we won't stand here while others continue this decadent method. Now tell me, will you show the Stoinian people how decadent the Ryccians are? Or show us that you have some form of decency and nobility in you?"