While the United Realms ecological council droned on, the three heads of state sized up their counterparts, kinda. King Agle of Avianna wondered whether the Veil leader’s outfit was best categorized as depressing gray or morbid brown. Lead Elder Patience Sigh wondered what the Aquarian people were thinking when they elected this root vegetable as their leader. Oblivious, Prime minister John Royal drew cartoon heads of the heads of state on his classified report.

Professor Huron gesticulated wildly at a map that was projected on the wall. He painted a vivid picture of famine if the weeds are not annihilated in time. With the exception of an upside girl from the Veil coalition no one paid him much attention. Huron searched the dignitaries for more concern. Royal was chuckling at his drawing of King Agle being swallowed whole by a snake. King Agle admired his manicure. Groaning, lead Elder Sigh rubbed her temples.

“Any questions? Currently we predict 14 percent of Griffin forest is infected. But outbreaks have been spotted as far as the Snow Mountains,”

Huron said. “We have to shut the borders.”

Standing the King, took a regal stance. He tossed his magnificent cloak over one shoulder.

“We have reviewed the preliminary report and rest assured nation of Veil that Avianna stand with you and your infestation. We will help are little brothers of the south,” Agle said.

“We don’t need charity, brother. We need a sustainable planetary plan. Most of the manufacturing is up East and agriculture in the West. Our region biggest industry is recreational and hexing. The Veil is not infected,” Sigh hissed. “Our planet is. The red palm weed is not ours alone.”

“Yes, yes, Madame. I mean no this invasive species has no known origin. As Dr. Pillowman explained this plant is suspected to be a spontaneous naturally occurring mutation of the jespery epityte,” Huron said.

Huron flipped back through the slides as the other scientists began talking over one another. Sigh demanded silence and lobbed a shut up sachet at Huron. The lead scientist was temporarily muted. King Agle took this action as a national insult. Whistling Royal finished his drawing of Sigh falling into well.

“What does Aquaria say of this outrage to the generosity of its people?” Agle asked.

Folding Huron’s team report, Royal didn’t look up.

“Surely Prime Minister you have some opinion rolling about in that great head,” Sigh mocked.

“There is nothing to fear. Aquaria will take care of itself in these times of contamination.”

Royal strolled out of the meeting room. Turning he tossed his paper airplane at the shocked Veil girl. She caught it. The room went silent as the prime minister whistled down the hall.