Czechia enters the bar, in a calm but cold manner. As soon as Serbia hears her order a drink, she zooms out to the bar.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't my good good friend. How are you, dear? All good in your part of the woods?" she says with a wide smile, ready to chit chat.
Czechia squints suspicious.
They starts talking on this and that, longer than any cook should be leaving the food unattended.
"It's crazy, you know," Serbia says with her hand leaning on the counter. "In the EU they are talking about 4-day workweeks, but do you know what is catching roots here? A six day workweek, with 2 morning, 2 afternoon and 2 nightshifts. Not necessarily in that order. So your workdays get shifter throughout the regular week so much you have to keep your schedule on a calendar. Do you know how bad that can be for a humans health? I'd be surprised if those that work like that now even make it to retirement... If that was not the main plan, that is."
"Wow, that's kind of evil. You should definitely look into that," the guest replies.
Serbia hums. "Speaking of evil. I heard you closed down an orthodox church. What was that all about?" Serbia continues calmly.
"Which one? Oh yes," she frowns. "To be honest, they were too loud."
"A church is loud?"
"Yes, and I need my peace and quiet," Czechia states with confidence.
The cooks hums. "You in the EU sure value your quiet time."
Srpska, sensing the tension, quietly says: "I'm just going to check if... something isn't boiling over in the kitchen."
As the guest chugs her beer, Serbia continues: "Funny, isn't it? How the church used to condemn unbelievers. And now the atheists are closing down churches."
"Well, I'm not burning them at the stake or anything. Just evicting," she replies calmly.
The cook ponders. "Like a never ending cycle of turning tables. Things keep repeating and we keep crying about, why is this happening, or why is that happening. If only someone would scratch the surface. Look at things from the proper angel... It would all make perfect sense."
"Hmm, never thought of it that way," the nation at the bar replies.
Serbia looks at her, slightly crossed. "Then what do you think about all day? You don't just put generic talking points on repeat do you?"
The guest looks at her confused.
"Seriously, am I the only one with some fresh ideas around here?" Serbia adds displeased. She scoffs, returning to the kitchen, but not before saying sarcastically: "Enjoy your peace of quiet. It doesn't seem to be doing you any good anyway."