[ Praise the Emperor, he's found another nerd...! ] No, no– it's riveting conversation, far more than discussing the nuances of tea flavors, much as I also enjoy that, and giving much appreciated perspective to our own potential domestic agricultural follies.

[ He smiles, sits up straighter and scoots forward a little closer. ]

...Though our largest export would be energy itself, harvested and processed from Leviathan meat. Ours is a port city, dear Doskvol, upon which there is very limited room to support large scale crop growth. Without imports I would see no other pragmatic nor practical way to produce an extremum of food other than to eventually automate the process somehow... considering the environment is already in a state of fairly horrible.

[ Given his way he'd probably want to automate everything. ]