Prince Fahad shrugged. "We can do lunch in the meeting room. There is no need for the two to be separated. In fact, I would be fine holding the meeting at the dining table, if we removed those who shouldn't know such things from the manor."
"That's nearly impossible, given the nature of the place. We often host guests both inside and in the rear courtyards, as you may remember.
That hasn't changed.
So, we will move everything to the meeting rooms. Beth, if you don't mind?"
The cook made a noncommital noise from the kitchen. She didn't care where the food was served, unless it was outside, which called for a difference in plating and dishware.
As soon as dinner was ordered, the Nobles had vanished into the meeting room, set for a full day of negotiations about how they were going to allocate the biplanes. That and whether there needed to be any changes made to them before they were delivered to Axbridge, plus what the training schedule would look like.
