"While we all wait for the experts to get back to us about the changes to the agreements, I have a fine selection of foods and liquors as recommended by the data we have obtained on your species. I know that the Hunters are a big fan of the Reaver Rum, so I will prepare a few bottles at the end of the meeting to send back to you for later consumption."
The Huntress laughed at that and drew a dagger from her storage to slice a chunk off of the pile of roasted meats that had been placed on the table.
The other envoys looked a bit scandalized at the action, given that it was a very large combat knife and they were in the middle of a negotiation about peaceful interaction, but that was just how Hunters were, and the humans didn't seem to be bothered by it.
The blue-skinned envoy sniffed at the bottle of Rum and then poured himself a shot glass full of it before wheezing and coughing, then pouring himself another.