User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/Ask the Doc and his Family!/@comment-27950421-20170302224659/@comment-28358106-20170424025216

Leontyne sizes up the new arrival and her bejeweled entrance. "Huh. You got style, kid, I'll give you that.  I like it.  Now then, lemme get down to brass tacks, because I don't plan on spending all day on this and I got other things to do."

She leans back and crosses her leonine legs, flexing her clawed toes. "Your royals here want to open up a market for breeding and selling Halks here. I got no problem with this, but I own the airspace.  If you wanna sell things here that I'll have to give up airspace for, I want compensation.  My compensation is, you sell me Tree Melons at a bulk discount, and I give you the privilege of opening up a new breeding market and you sell all the Halk shit you want to the breeders and owners here."

She waves her hand. "I don't want anything else. Just the fruit.  No smells, no bells, no wishing wells.  You get me that high calcium fruit, we see where that goes, then we talk about other crap down the line if it's successful.  Simple enough?"