Mia
"I don't like it."
"Don't like what?"
"That... that girl's mutant law."
"Oh?"
"Oh! Don't 'oh' me! You know exactly what I'm taking about. The new ruler of Genovia, has made this country a haven to mutants everywhere. It's bad for the economy - most of our income comes from tourists, and now the rate of them is dropping due to the mutant fear."
"Well, I suppose there is that... but look at how many mutant support businesses have started? Okay, so regular human tourists have dwindled, but mutant tourists! Now that's a whole 'nother story. Genovia is providing something for mutants that no other country on this planet is. Freedom."
"Freedom?"
"Yes. Freedom to admit who and what they are with minimal consequences. Okay, so things are a little rocky at the moment, but I think that Princess Amelia isn't the fool you seem to think she is. Support businesses are only the start. Soon Genovia is going to be catering to the mutant's every need."
"Yes, we're going to be overrun with the terrors."
"Overrun? Perhaps. Terrors? No. In the long term, what will happen? We will be attracting the human tourist again, why? Because Genovia will create a certain appeal from all it's mutant population. Do you really think mutants spend all their time going around acting like barabrians? I think not! No, no, I think we're on the dawn of a new era in tourism."
"And I think you're insane."
"Gentlemen?"
"Ahh! Princess Amelia..."
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, no, not at all," and he left hurriedly.
Mia frowned, and turned to the second man.
"I'm doing my best, Your Highness, but convincing everyone about the whole mutant business is difficult."
Mia nodded.
"Especially when admitting we are mutants isn't going to help us being accepted right now."
"Probably end in assasstination or something. Don't worry, Your Highness. I'm sure it's all going to work out in the end."