Telrim's grimace hides the smirk she's stifling - this is Burmecian diplomacy, oh dear. Vivi draws a sympathetic look as soon as she has her amusement under control, and Regulus a nod of emphatic agreement.

And then she pauses, a remark about needing an escort dying in her throat. 'His Majesty'? Well. This day gets more and more interesting. And the insight into local government should make up for any opportunities lost to the restrictions of a formal environment...

Such calculations take less than a minute, and then the Controller's tilting her head, smiling a little wanly. "Well, no-one got hurt, anyway. And it won't be a problem any further, will it?"

((You have my sympathies. The changes are maddening, although at least I can actually use non-default icons again...))