To: Kusarian Ministry of Foreign Affairs | From: Bretonian Embassy

[The Kingdom of Bretonia]

The demands laid out by the Bretonian Government via Mrs Blunt were not various, but only three and quite simple. But Minister Toshinari was experienced in this business and he almost felt wrong for employing his vast arsenal of diplomatic artisanship against someone at as wrong a time and place as Blunt. Almost. Not because he held any grudge against Bretonians, grudges are beneath professional politicians, who see everyone, no matter the nationality, as chess pieces to be moved, ideally at will. He had already properly informed himself about Blunt, and such people, unless loyal to him, deserved to be told to their actual place.

But Blunt made no protest because she was derailed by the offer of a drink. She had procrastinated her preparation for this encounter until the very last day, so she crammed in whatever she could the night before. The morning coffee was starting to wear off and here was a chance for another one. Blunt was a fan of whatever is fashionable at the given time, and at the given time, Bretonia was being flooded by influence from Liberty.

"Yes, thank you. A cup of Sunbucks, please. So do you accept?"

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