Edward awakened the next morning with his head still buzzing, last nights dinner had gone by in a blur. He recalled a tense moment with Franco then a round of drinks accompanied by desert. What ever the Benitez called strong drinks obviously meant starship fuel with a slice of lemon.
He bullied his brain into recalling what happened afterwards...A view of a city...And Trueno handing him drinks. Economics...A bit of laughter...Then back to his room.
Aside from Trueno trying to get him drunk, thankfully nothing stood out as stupid or disrespectful.
After rousing himself fully Brisbane donned his suit from the previous night and headed to the kitchens for a spot of breakfast. Much to his delight the kitchens had Bretonian tea, he requested a large strong cup and some toast, accepting the chefs advice about Cretan apricot jam. Admittedly the chef seemed surprised at the simpleness of the order.
"Gracias, thank you very much. Could you tell Ronaldo I'll be in the courtyard if he comes looking for me please. Thank you again."
He found a stone table over looking the gardens which suited him nicely. Relaxing in the cool morning sun, he prepared himself for the tour of the quarry and the final leg of the negotiations.
