~Sophie's Canaria Cafe~

[Ophiuchi]

Reggie was in awe, glancing at the young Administrator. Summers hadn't twitched a muscle for the past two hours. Normally, two cups of Sophie's dark roast would have the synapses jumping like mad.

There had been no "recall" from the Enclave. Glancing at his wrist, he assumed that the Delegates had adjourned for supper. Goddess knew if they would even reconvene by "nightfall".

He punched in a local FnordNet number.

"Veranda."

"Yes, Charles? Please inform Moira that we may have guests for the evening, number still indeterminate. Prepare four rooms, just in case. Lay out a light buffet on the sideboard as well."

"Very well, Mr. Waverly. We'll be ready."

Reggie punched in another number, and left a voice message:

"Doc, it's Reg. If the Summit bogs down and you don't feel like humping back to Tombstone, we'd love to have you at the Veranda. Let me know, eh?"

He disconnected, and looked again at Summers, sleeping peacefully. He walked to the large overstuffed, and touched the man gently on the shoulder.

"Dane? It's getting late, and you must be famished." Summers roused a bit, blinking in confusion for a moment.

"If you have no overnight plans, I've made arrangements up the road at the Veranda. What say, lad?"

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<span style="color:#339999">Reg Waverly * Moira &quot;Kentigearan&quot; Waverly * Fnordette Sophie Noir</span>



<span style="color:#66CCCC">Sophie's on the Square * Veranda Incognita</span>