[OOM] Eiattu - Palace Conference Room

[fighting_mad]

"Thank you, Zema," says the empress. She can be gracious, when she needs to be; when she wants to be. Zema's a sweet kid (kid, she's older than Plourr is), sharp, knows her shavit, gave the facts short and sweet -- just the way Plourr likes it. "We've got a lot to discuss. This is one hell of a lot of money, people; the contract's got to go to

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[eiattu_pride]

"Well, they've had it good for a long time." Rial doesn't make a move to shift the boot, just settles with his hands behind his head. "Set in their ways, maybe, not bothering to keep up with fresh ideas. Their loss."

He's got something on his mind, though, his datapad is blank without even a hint that he's actually been researching shipyards.

"Listen, Plourr, I've been thinking about something."

[fighting_mad]

"Uh huh," says Plourr. " 'Something' doesn't happen to be shipyard contracts for the Royal Fleet, does it?"

That, says the face she shoots him, is what you really ought to be thinking about.

[eiattu_pride]

"Uh," Rial says, and grins weakly. "Not really? Not unless our daughter owns a shipyard."

Which would, frankly, be pretty astounding at her age barring any crazy inheritance or anything.

"But to be fair, it's about Eiattu. And Ianna. Plourr, we need to make a decision regarding her status as heir to the throne."

[fighting_mad]

The amused look melts right off Plourr's face. "And you really think now is the best time for that conversation?" she asks, her eyebrows raised.