The alien's answer was neither good or bad, she supposed. It was almost completely a non-answer to begin with, and dodged her question by saying the emperor hadn't decided to enter the war just yet... Despite how he had sent an ambassador to gather information on which side to join. Was Mint toying with her, or were the Arcosians really this backwards?
Either way, it gave her a small chuckle to think that the traitorous Tuffle, of all people, had been the one to convince him to come in the first place. Even in death, that man continued to piss her off.
"I see." Rosemary took another drink, and chose this time to savor the flavors before swallowing. "Of course, he would be to blame for your even being here at all." She chuckled again, but her mood was far from jovial. "You didn't really give an answer to my question, though. What do you think of all this? Do you think it's best for your people to get involved? Do you favor one side over the other already? You'd mentioned before you don't think highly of this planet, only that your emperor wants it in his empire." It had, perhaps, been a little difficult to find the words she'd wanted to use as she was speaking, but she thought she got her point across well enough. She wanted Mint's true thoughts on all of this, but he kept dodging her questions with an annoying amount of skill.
Mint glanced at Rosemary his good eye narrowed, "No I choose to be here, I was curious. I could have chosen not to come here. I made the choice to come and see what was going on. He may be his subject and he may be my emperor, but I ain't nobody laps dog." Mint growled lightly. He didn't like the idea of being associated with such a matter. To Azoth's face, he might not have been as bold but here he couldn't give a shit. What was she gonna do? Say that to him? What good would that do her? Azoth already knew he went on his own, not out of obligation but because he desired to see more planets than Arcose. And that it be useful to himself and to Azoth to know the situation on Plant.
As for her next question, if the arcosain should get involved, Mint glanced at her and looked around the planet, "Well I see it like this. The Saiyans arrived and tried to take this planet. The Tuffles lived here in the first place. But of course, conquest by force is something that happens from time to time. In a good scenario, both parties could resolve this issue, the Arcosian empire could offer one of its many planets to relocate the saiyans or tuffles. Whatever a treaty decides to make the case. Of course, we don't live in that scenario. Neither party will allow themselves to be moved like cattle. So we come at an impasse. By stepping into the conflict, our own tenants are made to fight among themselves. No matter how we enter the conflict, one side will be left embittered by us. However, by staying out of the conflict neither side will hate us. So it is really up to if you want one friend and one foe or two unknowns. That is what my Emperor will decide." Once again not giving a direct answer.
Rosemary frowned, pursing the corner f her lip against the other in a show that she was thinking about things, but she wasn't very fond of what had been said. She didn't like his answer, to be honest. Yes, the Saiyans were originally at fault for invading, but given the situation of having no home to return to, they weren't exactly wrong. Neither were the Tuffle for defending themselves, up until they dropped their damned bomb. It all came down to survival, in one way or another.
And yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that all this was just justification for the Arcose Empire to expand. All the small little details in Mint's words only kept pressing that button: relocate, tenants, the insinuation of being made their foe. Why did the thought of leaving the planet anger her so, to begin with? Questions for another time...
"You've given me some things to think about, Ambassador Mint." She finally spoke up again. "Unfortunately, as you did show up unannounced like you did, I have other things that need my attention today. Places to see. People to talk to. Tuffle to genocide." She winked with the last mention. Would he understand that she was joking? Or, had she had too much to drink already? "I look forward to speaking with your emperor in person." She grinned at him, a silent acknowledgement that he was to leave now. She really did have work to do.
When Queen Rosemary spoke he raised a hand, "Please it is just Mint. Calling me an Ambassador is really not fair to all the great ambassadors that do exist in the empire." Ones that was certainly better then but he felt it was belittling to call him an ambassador. Anyway, it seemed they were done for the day. She had things to do, he had just come in unannounced. She had a lot of things to do, other than dealing with him. That was understandable and he had gotten everything he wanted out of this. He had a pretty good idea of the type of person the queen was. "Yes, I look forward to you talking with my emperor as well. I hope he will be very accommodating to your ideals. I'm sure you can convince him to be. But if not..well you and I both know what might happen. I think that you and I have a pretty understanding. I like you a lot, you are very cunning. And if things do go bad, I imagine I'll put in a good word for you regardless." Mint bowed his head, and his last words were built just to reassure you. Whether he actually put his neck out for the queen, remained to be seen. With that, he turned his back and marched off.
As she watched the alien turn and march out of her throne room, Rosemary's smirk returned in its full glory. That hadn't gone half bad, she thought. She'd learned something about this Arcosian Empire, and their Emperor. However, she didn't feel that what she'd been told would be enough going forward. She turned her attention towards a door at the side of the room, and a telepathic message silently found its target.
Get me any information we have on Arcose and its people.
Sitting back in her throne, the queen heaved a sizeable sigh and brought her bottle back to her lips. She hummed pleasantly as it hit her tongue again, and drained the last of the bottle in seconds. Though she had said she'd had work to do, she felt that some stress would need to be dealt with before she returned to any of that. She was sure that there would be more challengers, and other such nonsense.
So, with her mind made up, she sent another telepathic message containing where she could be found before the smoke descended from the ceiling above her throne. It washed over her body quickly, and by the time it had passed by and spread itself to a thin haze that would last only moments, the queen had disappeared.