Tea and Biscuits.
Ving waddles into the state room, and plumps his esteemed feathery bottomness onto his favourite High-chair, which is smoothly elevated to normal table height.
An enormous samovar of fragrant tea, and a large platter of decorative biscuits are placed near his left flipper, and the undersecretary is standing by his right.
'Tis the season for greeting, and civilised chitchat between leaders.
Ving: "Frap?"
UnSec: "In a moment, your excellency. Tea?"
Ving: "Frap."
Time passes.
Ving: "Fraaap..."
UnSec: "I'm sure someone will visit. They are probably delayed by the traffic. The protesting cyclists clogged up our main road in."
Ving: "Frp! Fra."
UnSec: "Yes, the cryogenics department was delighted, and the bicycle frames will make an elegant chandelier for your gloriousness, when they have been correctly sandblasted and welded together."
Ving absently polishes a tiny corner of the long mahogany table for 90, and contemplates a tax on seasonal junkmail.
12 hours later...
"FRAP."
"Sir, are you sure?"
The diminuitive leader glowered through his dark glasses.
Flipping aside a tiny panel near his left flipper, a small red button is revealed.
He presses it.
On the christmas trees of noted leaders around the globe, a spangly penguin shaped bauble twitches slightly.
The 90-seater mahogany table begins to split and swivel, rotating to a near vertical position. The samovar and tray of biscuits crash to the ground.
Doors swing shut with an iron clang.
90 monitors spring into life. Various imagery fills them.
Some are partially obscured by tree limb, some are facing very expensive looking wall paper. Number 83 hasn't even been removed from its box.
Number 15 is moving erratically. It turns out to be a Regent's pet cat, toying with the shiny thing.
But some images show promise.
Ving pops open another panel, and wiggles the controls on camera 52. Underneath this leader's particular tree, is a beautiful pair of duelling Flintlocks. And under another tree, we can see a beautifully calligraphed rendering of the Jabberwocky poem.
Lovely presents sent from the Dictatorship of Ving, to certain leaders.
Operation Bauble commences.