Bring up your request.

As the meal proceeds, you wait a few moments before bringing up the reason why you're here to begin with. Though at least, you don't consider it to be a rather hefty request. You just need to word it in a manner where it doesn't come across as rude. The queen seems to like your group, though the king does come across as for more formal than her, for one reason or another. It's weirdly difficult to read Queen Iri. Perhaps being an airhead makes one the most immune to effects that sense emotion and intent. Either way, you finish down the last bite of a strange, crunchy, cyan stalk that tastes somewhat like a bell pepper before looking to them both.

You clear your threat. "Pardon me, King Agam and Queen Iri, but I did come here for a particular reason as well. A request. Though I don't come here making demands. It's just something I want to discuss. Barter might be the wrong word."

"I would not think a simple luncheon would repay the capture of the Witch of Decay," says the king. "If you already had in mind a reward, it would surely make it easier for myself as well as my wife. Of course, it matters what it is you desire. Surely it couldn't be... my wife herself?"

Queen Iri gasps.

"... What? Excuse me? No, I didn't even say anything close to that. It's a certain item I heard was in your royal vault." You give your head a quick shake. "Soon I may be running into difficulties with a certain powerful dragon, and I was wondering what you'd want in exchange for a Shard of Draconax, if it's true that you possess one."

"Of course. That makes far more sense. You are correct in believing we possess such an item, though it is rather valuable, even if it's not necessarily beneficial to us. I must ponder on this request, so excuse me for not having an immediate answer."

You look to Candy. She's leaning back in her seat, much like how she was at the meeting with the Circle. It seems she doesn't have the best attention span. Meanwhile, Snow smiles back at you when your eyes meet her. She sits politely, though readjusts her shells more than than she should. All in all, not the most chaotic meeting you've been in. Though as you peer around, you catch something out of the corner of your eye. Behind both monarchs is a floating spectral hand. You look straight back at Candy.

"No."

She glances to the side and thinks back to you. "What ever do you mean?"

"We shouldn't anger the people who are responsible for getting us what we're here for," Snow thinks.

Kailani, who isn't a part of this telepathic spell, looks at you all with a smile.

"Ah. I'm certainly satisfied," the king says with a humble pat against his stomach. But then his eyes turn to his queen, and they widen in surprise. "M-My love, your--!"

"Oh?" Queen Iri looks down. It seems her shell bra has been undone from the back, and now it's floating away. It drifts just enough to free her hefty breasts. A pair of dark green nipples come clearly into view, but all she does is stare down rather dumbfounded, as if too surprised to react straight away.

So the king throws his hands forward, clutches the garment, and presses it right back against her. He scrambles to reach behind and retie the string. Thankfully, the Ghost Hand is long gone. "Iri, p-please. You need to pay better attention. Our guests could have seen your... Well, you know," he whispers, though loud enough for all to hear.

"I saw," Candy thinks.

"Me too," you reply.

Snow tilts her head down. "Me too."

Kailani has both hands on her flushed cheeks. "M-My queen, it's all right! It's b-but a normal mistake we've all made before. Surely nobody saw!"

Candy's cheeks are puffed out from a dangerously loud laughter trying to escape, but she keeps it restrained.