::Yes, looking murderous is to be avoided,:: Mirage agreed calmly, reaching across the table to giving Cliffjumper a pat on the forearm.

::You'll be fine. I'm sure we can find a safe topic of conversation. -Ah, here we go. Watch.::

Everyone was seated, the rustling of hundreds of mechs fading down to a dull roar. The ambassador stood from their seat of honor between the two sets of foreign Cybertronians, holding out their arms to the assembly.

It really was a brief introduction of both parties, and a cheering toast was raised to their visit. Everyone technically already knew who the mechs were; it was a matter of formality only. The large gathering of Paradronians all raised their fuel toward the head of the table and drank-

And then the more informal meal officially began.