Lion Head Mesa Pyramidum

She considers a moment before nodding obediently. Yes, it could be found. It will serve as a demonstration of her Pharaoh's refined palate- and of the fellahin’s resolve to also meet it.

“A proposition of fourteen courses. Seven wines: two white and five red. Three hors d'oeuvres: sheep’s liver, boar tenderloin, turtle egg. One main course: wild goose in its fat.  Two desserts: honey fig and dried dates. And a piece-de-resistance, for our Queen. I would like it to be a surprise- which is why I’ve come to you, my Prince,” she allows for her tongue to enunciate the final word.

For Eset, it is not simply food. It is not choosing idly one flavor over the next. It is how the meal is presented, how aptly it’s spread and design and the order for which it is served, reflecting the present state and government that is Toula’s Akashingo. Her custom, her wealth, her flawless order. It must be perfect.

She sweeps her eyes gracefully from the floor, over the red sand and to the man.

“You have long known our Queen, divine one. What are her tastes? Is it something… sweet? Or perhaps- exotic?”