[center][color=#C84808][h1]Askel Camila[/h1][/color][/center]
Location: Grand Ballroom 
Attire: [url=https://imgur.com/pIXFlLx]Starry Night Attire[/url]
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Salt, sweet, and savory with as slight bit of acid from the reduction. Askel gave the server a polite nod of approval. [color=#C84808]"Thank you very much."[/color] 

The prince brought his focus to his friend and gave her a smile with relief filling his chest that she was able to put on a strong front. [color=#C84808]"Perhaps it's my bias, but as an ambassador of Varian culture, I insist that we start with the Varian table."[/color] His arm made a sweeping motion to the various cuisine of his kingdom.

[color=#C84808]"Let's start with the gravlax,"[/color] Askel had grabbed a piece of toasted rye bread before coating a side with a mustard-dill sauce before placing some slices of cured salmon crusted with peppercorn and dill that glistened in the light. He handed one to her and kept one for himself. [color=#C84808]"Traditionally, gravlax is raw salmon cured in salt, sugar, and dill and paired with hovmästarsås, a mustard-dill sauce."[/color] Askel took a bite and glanced back at the spread.

It had not escaped Askel's notice the table that held his kingdom's cuisine was not up the same standard to the table that held Caesonia's regional foods and neither were the receptacles and the serving cutlery. They were much plainer, pedestrian, by comparison. One would imagine that as a prince of the nation he would have held great offense, but instead, he looked quite amused with this attempt at a slight. Askel had travelled through Caesonia, he knew whose backs Caesonia's table was built upon and what it cost them. It was a short-sighted boast from a self-absorbed, insufferable king.

Varian's table, modest as it was, hardly registered as a slight especially when it came from King Edin. To take an insult would give a man like Edin power over him and he refused to give that man a lick of satisfaction. In fact, it was almost flattering that he felt so threatened by Varian that he felt the need to diminish them. It was an admission not from words, but from action.  

But now was not the time for incendiary remarks. 

[color=#C84808]"Is it to your satisfaction?"[/color] Askel asked.