Long after Calabast left his office, Ves remained introspective.
"Meow?"
Lucky crawled upon his shoulder and poked his smooth-shaven cheek that was as soft as a baby's bottom.
Ves reached out with his hand and pushed his cat away.
"Do you think we've become Rubarthans without realizing it? If someone from the outside looks at how we run the clan, then there's at least a 60 percent resemblance to a Rubarthan equivalent!"
His cat tilted his head.
"Meow."
"Don't underestimate this degree of similarity! It only takes a few more rule changes and cultural shifts to bump that up to 80 percent!"
If the Larkinson Clan reached that point, then it would pretty much become a discount Rubarthan organization.
The only reason why Ves couldn't push his clan even closer to the Rubarthan standard was because he lacked the amazing amount of wealth, tech and resources to implement the most extravagant policies.