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The nib of his fountain pen scratched furiously against his journal page. There was a lot to take note of, and frustratingly enough, some of his questions cannot be answered until the final list of participating delegates were announced. “Hopefully we’d get the list soon enough, Gid. Knowing that they will be bringing their own staff, we all have to be careful with customs and traditions around each and everyone of them. I’m not sure what kind of preparation I must do for now seeing that we don’t have a list yet of the confirmed attendees, but I suppose we can have a head start with their lodging and practise areas? Those are generic enough for us to prepare.” He said, tapping his journal as he talked. He wasn’t showing nerves, only excitement at the prospect of meeting foreign dignitaries once more.
“Since we are now pressed for time, maybe we can do the same for their dietary requirements? I think it would be wise to give all kinds of food that will satisfy Vegans, Pescans...even those who’d prefer Koshered food.” It’s all about covering the bases, kids. Take notes.
So far, it is all that he could think of. Without a specific nationality on the table, Ryden couldn’t think of anything else to add. The 42 year old looked around the table as well, and waited for his colleagues’ questions.
__________________  "It didn't go quite as planned." | The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale. |