They are meeting, this time, in a hastily cleaned and not at all decorated storage room, dressed in the least interesting clothing that either of them actually owns. It's not clear that this helps in any way, but one must concede no possible advantage to the 'tropes'.
Abrogail Thrune reads the written proposal from Aspexia Rugatonn without her expression changing in the slightest, then tosses it on the table brought between them.
"In fact, the same thought had occurred to me," says the Queen of Cheliax. "Though in a more intelligent version than this crude plan."