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[color=red]Time:[/color] 6 pm
[color=red]Location:[/color] Castle Dinning Hall
[color=red]Interactions:[/color] Nahir, Farim, Ana, Kira, Hafiz the party pooper
[color=red]Attire:[/color] [url=https://i.imgur.com/X5uyI6U_d.jpeg?maxwidth=520&shape=thumb&fidelity=high]Red like the other cool kids[/url]
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[color=#4DD0E1]"Maybe we can include Sorian and Alidasht foods. This would allow us to share our wonderful culture with the Sorian community…”[/color]

Kira voiced her support without hesitation, building on the idea in the most fantastic way. Rohit flashed a smile her way that matched her enthusiasm. [color=red]“Wonderful idea! That is why we are here, right, to share our customs with one another.”[/color] And who didn’t love a good party, or feast, or festival? This was how bridges were built, how people came together. 

But even as Nahir repeated the mantra, a party for the poor, it didn’t sound entirely sincere.

[color=E77298]"Right, Nahir!? For real!"[/color] Ana’s enthusiasm didn’t just match him, Kira, and Farim but doubled it. She raised excitement without even trying, and it spread effortlessly. The princess tapped his arm and unleashed, what he could only assume was a common Caesonian saying, but also one of the strangest expressions he’d heard. 

[color=E77298]“...if you don’t come help me host it, I swear I’ll pee on the floor right here and now.”[/color] For a second, he froze in utter confusion as he tried to imagine Nahir saying something so un-future monarch-like, the way Ana just had, and chuckled. Caesonians were an entirely different breed. 

[color=red]“It would be an honor; both to help host and keep the floor here pee-free.”[/color] He said, as Farim chimed in, offering to help fund the event. He glanced at Farim, then at Ana, and grinned. What a lovely match the two were, a pair of warm and generous royals who lit up a room. 

[color=D2691E]“Brilliant ideas, my friends! Robit, the idea of making it into a sanctioned event could do wonders for publicity as you so tactfully mentioned.”[/color]

[color=E77298]“Publicity or not, if we make even one person feel special… then we’re doing something right.”[/color]

[color=red]“Oh, agreed, but the publicity immortalizes it. And reminds the people to return for the next event.”[/color] 

[color=gold]“You speak of spectacle as if it feeds the soul,”[/color] Hafiz decided to rain on the parade. [color=gold]“But does it fill the belly a week from now? A month? Will your music echo in their stomachs when winter comes?”[/color]

[color=gold]“We do not give the poor illusions of grandeur. We give them order. Stability... [i]Fear[/i]. And in return, they serve the empire. Not dance beneath its gates as if they were kings.”[/color]

[color=gold]“Do not mistake charity for policy. Nor applause for loyalty.”[/color]

[color=gold]“But by all means… plan your feast. Let them twirl in borrowed joy. And when the food runs out…Let us see if they still appreciate it."[/color]

[color=red]“It does, feed the soul that is.”[/color] Rohit said, his voice respectful as he addressed the Grand Vizier. While his father didn’t hold Hafiz in high esteem, at least not in the privacy of their home, he knew Hala thought highly of the man and that was more than enough reason to want to see his point of view. 

[color=red]“Joy, being appreciated, sharing art and food and culture. That is exactly what feeds the soul, uplifts the spirit.”[/color] He smiled as he shared his thoughts. [color=red]“Why would the food run out? Caesonia seems plentiful.”[/color] He asked as he took a bite from his plate and looked around at the extravagant feast. 

[color=E77298]“Tell me, Grand Vizier, have you ever actually been invited to a party… or do you just stand outside of them brooding about how people are enjoying themselves too much?”[/color]

Rohit almost choked on a perfect bite of lamb. He’d never heard anyone, outside of the man’s own family, talk to Hafiz like that. [color=red][i]Now that was crazy fucking bold.[/i][/color] He stifled his cough and washed it all down with a gulp of wine to hide the grin. 

[color=E77298] "Yeeessss Kiki. Let's bring all the cultures, all the foods, all the languages! Let's spoil them!"[/color]

[color=red]“Oh, then let’s include the Varians too. An outdoor feast with dishes from all our nations. With dancers, music, and art all on display. And Farim, I will match whatever coin you're throwing down and I have no doubt that this event will be one to be remembered. It’ll light up souls and feed spirits through even the coldest winter.”[/color] 

And speaking of things that needed feeding, Rohit speared a large chunk of roasted pig onto his fork and slipped it to Hala’s dog, who waited patiently beneath the table. 

[color=red]“None of you saw that. Tell Hala nothing when they return.”[/color] He whispered as he cleaned off his fork. Then he looked over at Nahir. 

[color=red]“Shehzadi, you sounded a little less convinced that this was a great idea. Do you think we’re over doing it a bit?”[/color] He asked, curious. [/color]