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Drulović chuckled, a bit, at Shimizu's explanation of his adjutant's work. "I should certainly hope you wouldn't be found dead, poisoned by my cooking, in my own home," she said. "As I'm sure you can imagine, that would lead to rather unfortunate consequences rather quickly afterward." Taking her time, the older woman brought each dish into the dining room, setting them in the center of the table alongside the pastries. She'd already set the dishware and silverware, and gestured for Shimizu to begin eating at his leisure.

"I understand the AXIS tribunal system well enough," Drulović said in response, "and as you know, I have little to do with the TNG's foreign affairs and diplomatic efforts, and less, with the decision of our government to consider participation or non-participation in interstellar activities. It's simply not my portfolio." She scooped some of the pljeskavica onto her own plate, her hand trembling a bit as she did so, before moving on to the tarator. "I'm afraid I can't speak to Parliament's whims regarding a summons that has yet to arrive."