Nodding, Tatiana sipped her wine in silent thought for a moment, pausing to swallow, and then sipping again. "I truly despise those Americans . . . sitting in their ivory toward with a loaded tank - They just sit there in all their glory only to show up randomly as moralistic underdog supporters! It makes me sick! I agree, my Queen. We need almost all - if not all - of Europe to band together if we want to have a hope of fighting against Joshuastania and the US, should we not come to an agreement with that usurper in Scotland."
Then, raising her glass, the Tsarevna echoed the cheer. "To you all!" In Russia, she had never been to a gala, and actually enjoyed speaking with her guests - though she never really got to have guests often. She tossed back her head and finished the rest of the glass in a single swallow, before continuing. "Oh, waiter? Please bring me some vodka . . . this wine is entirely too boring."