By powdered mandate of the spectral pantry
An embassy patisserie for treaties negotiated between the living and the impeccably deceased.
Present this card to the butler with the silver tray. Do not mind if his gloves are transparent.
Envoys are issued a fondant passport, a cranberry stamp, and three rules of cordial haunting.
The floor plan unfurls like an edible flag. Apparitions take corners, ambassadors take spoons, and every bow leaves a dusting of pistachio patina.
Quill and spoon crossed: begin only when the chandelier exhales.
Negotiations are served in tiers: apology syllabub, truce sponge, and the moonlit marzipan article that no nation has yet dared refuse.
Two ghost hands hover above the sugar-dusted treaty. The ink waits. The pastry seal blooms. The embassy holds its breath.