You don't have to be [nationality X] to enjoy playing a [nation X] inspired faction.
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EDIT: Some people are confusing the word "PANDER" with "appeal to".
To say that CA is adding X faction to appeal to X fans is perfectly fine. That's what any company should do.
"Pander" has a negative implication.
Google Definition for "pander":
>*gratify or indulge (*an immoral or distasteful desire or taste or a person with such a desire or taste).
There's nothing immoral or distasteful about Cathay.
EDIT 2: Dwarfs being Scottish was meant as a joke. I was thinking of "nor Wood Elves to the vegans", but I went with the Scots cause I thought it would trigger some funny banter... I was mistaken. Now I'm in the Book.
This happened today and my brother and I are still are laughing about it, except Gabrielle (said stepmother) and Dad (who is embarrassed).
Dad came into town to visit my brother (let's call him Mark) and me for a few days and brought Gabrielle with him. Gabrielle has her good traits...but she does have this one really nasty trait. She is notoriously picky/critical when it comes to food. You know the stereotypical snooty and rude French character in movies/books who always complains "that is not how this is done in France"? She's this way when it comes to food.
Going out to eat with her is embarrassing. She constantly sends back food, is insistent on food being made a certain way and always demands certain things done a certain way. One time, she asked the waiter to bring some mustard to the table...not 2 minutes later, she called him back because "the mustard is old, bring us a new unopened bottle". More than once, I've had to apologize to the wait staff on my family's behalf and told the manager that I will vouch for them should Gabrielle leave a bad review on their site.
She's made waiters and managers cry, she's *that* bad. Honestly, I have no idea why Dad puts up with her when she does that, even though I know he's just as embarrassed as Mark and I are. We can only chalk it up to Gabrielle having a magical hoo-ha.
When they got here yesterday, for some reason, they insisted they wanted to go out to dinner. Dad recommended our new favorite new diner, which is known for its breakfasts at any time of the day. We live close to a major interstate and the saying about truckers knowing all the best diners and holes in the wall in all 50 states and then some is true.
It's a greasy spoon in every sense of the word. Right out of the 1950's, every leather booth filled with truckers or locals, waitresses who automatically know their regulars' orders by heart and don't put up with crap from anyone, a bustling kitchen and while spotless, is just worn enough to let you know many people have been there.
In other words; it has character.
It may not look like a 5 star restaurant, it has some of the best breakfasts you're ever going to eat.
I was hesitant to take Gabrielle there if only because I didn't want to ruin the staff's day. Mark and I have been there enough times that the wait staff/cooks know us. However, Dad wanted Gabrielle to experience "a true American classic" and was offering to pay. So off we (reluctantly) went.
Luckily, we got there during a... keep reading on reddit ➡
The French exchange student raised his hand and said, "Excuse me Madam, but I don't know how to say fractions. How do you say those?"
"Easy," said the teacher, "you just say the top number and then the bottom number is read as an ordinal number. For example, 2/3 is 'two-thirds', 3/4 is 'three-fourths', and 2/5 is 'two-fifths'."
"Thanks, I understand, "said the exchange student.
"Good," said the teacher, and then asked the student, "so how do you say 4/8?"
"Should I reduce?" asked the boy.
"That would be best," said the teacher.
"One-second," said the boy.
"Take as long as you need," said the teacher.