Niš stands pleased as she holds a nice piece of fabric. "Thank you, you shouldn't have" she smiles, saying in a way that would suggest the opposite.
"No problem" Turkiye says. "How can I pass this place without saying hello to my old friend."
The girl city carefully placed the fabric. "I must say you always bring the most thoughtful gifts."
With his chest out, Turkiye grins: "So, as far as favorite nations, outside your own..."
"And don't you forget that..." Niš adds.
"Of course. Of course" Turkiye continues eager. "Would you say, I'm your favorite nation guest?"
Niš puts her finger on her chin, pondering. "Hmm... hard to say."
Slightly unnerved by this, Turkiye blurts: "Why is that? Is there anyone else?"
"Hmm."
Turkiye stares at her mad. "Who is it? It can't be Bulgaria? Or Greece? You know I hate that guy!"
"Oh you boys and your wars. What is it this time? He steal your toy pee-shooter of something?" Niš mocks, making him turn his head offended.
The girl city rolls her eyes and adds sweetly. "There there, I'm just teasing... Would you like some burek?"
Turkiye utters, slightly less pouty. "Yes."
"Alright then... I'll go make you some", she says. Before walking to the kitchen, she nonchalantly adds: "Oh and you two shouldn't fight so much. Not because you are friends or anything. Just because, certain entities, that you hate more, want you too."
Turkiye turns to her confused. "Ha?"
"Nevermind", Niš says with a titter and vanishes into the kitchen.