"Can we expect similar suspended water in these restaurants? Thinking of it... This could solve a problem of refilling your drinks. Though I imagine the hosts won't be too keen on the idea. I imagine the food in these restaurants is exotic like what we were served on Constantinople. Am I correct in that these restaurants use your pink fluid?"

The Chancellor jokingly said. He played with the idea, but likely it would be too absurd for the Ryccians. From an economic standpoint it didn't make much sense, but then again. Puking your food also wasn't the brightest economic idea. The King would also remember his conversation with the journalist that had entered the palace grounds.

"I recall from a conversation that middle class Ryccians are given state sanctioned vacations to these restaurants. Is that here or in other place?"