[ WP ] Two leaders of nations at war meet up . Describe their meeting .

`` It did n't have to come to this, my friend.'' The two met in the No-Go area between the heaviest portions of their armies. One, tall and fair with a shrewd gaze. The other, rounder, redder yet just as fair. The tall compatriot plucked at a patriotic ribbon. 
 
 
 `` I agree. The thrice bedamned merchants and so-called intellectuals are probably rolling in ecstasy in the street.'' The red one spat and took a seat at the previously made up table. It showed the markings of war more than most- scarcely set with water and soldiers rolls instead of the accustomed sweetmeats, chilled wine, and honey-bread. A roll was grabbed and set into. 
 
 
 `` Defending the civil liberties against my unjust occupation?'' 
 
 `` No, sister dear. This economic war has provided just the chance for my brand of pneumatic thought-spouters to lay waste to my golden stockings. Who will I fleece for gold now, that my artisans and merchants have risen against the nobles?'' The red haired Ruling Regent grumbled into her bread. 
 
 `` Why, Vivika darling I did n't know. I needed an excuse to funnel more money into the military. You know what the Small Council is like.'' Ash blonde and reed thin, Marjorica II was rumored to have no heart, just a pile of gold and gunpowder churning out her cunning plans and razor wit. 
 
 `` Bah. Any excuse for you. You still have n't forgiven me those explorers I seduced away. And the Isles have been magnificent.'' Her sister beamed at her. 
 
 `` Why my dearest! Any excuse at all for a family reunion.'' The two delicately clicked goblets of water and supped, aware that their armies watched, weighed, and waited.
