Chanteloup had a satisfied smile. She was drawing on her reserves at this point, and wouldn't want to offer Vertiga the spectacle of her current weakness. It wasn't something Gallic admirals were allowed to do. Lunch would remedy this, and the change in context could be helpful as part of the interview. Highly irregular, but what wasn't, these days ?
"Excellent. I am certain you will enjoy it. I needn't comment upon the reputation of Gallic cuisine ; just know that, by tradition, the Marine has the best food of all units, directions and services, and that's by Gallic standards. It's an old tradition..."
She rose with some difficulty, and pressed the intercom again. "Monsieur Vertiga et moi-même souhaitons nous rendre au mess. Faites le nécessaire."
The intercom promptly replied : "Bien pris, amiral. Le maître d'hôtel vous attend".
She shifted her attention back to Vertiga.
"Come with me, I'll take you to the mess, we'll finish our talk there and then I'll let you be on your way. There's still a few things we need to address."
She walked to the door, which opened as she approached it. It wasn't automatic ; one of her well-dressed staff had simply heard her coming. She gestured at the corridor.
"While on the way, please tell me about what it is you usually like to have for lunch. Miss Hookier was very eager to try that aspect of Gallic culture and wouldn't stop talking about it. I can understand that."
(06-14-2019, 12:25 PM)Sombra Hookier Wrote: If everyone was a bit more like Lanakov, the entire world would be more positive. Including pregnancy tests.
