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"This place is great. Annapolis needs something like this..." Donovan
marveled at the pub.
The pub captured old-world Europe in a way that was rare in the 24th Century. In some ways, it reminded Ariel of the old city of Quebec, but it definitely had a uniqueness about it that made the space special in its own right. "I think our leader has chosen wisely," continued the CSec as she glanced over to Donovan. She knew that his background was from this area. "Is this where you grew up, Captain?" "Just a few kilometers from here," he told them, "in a house on the coast which has been in the family for several hundred years. He took a seat at the round table, which he had requested from his cousin. There would be no foot, no head, no rank here. "Everything on the menu is fit to eat," he let them know. "Some things, of course, are more fit than others. For those who enjoy corned beef, he has the best in the county, if not on the island. The venison is also outstanding." Ariel took one of the other seats and the table and glanced around the room. It provided a bit of insight into her commanding officer. It was something that she appreciated ... the fact that he was willing to invite them into his personal life like this. They were getting a glimpse at the man who sat in the command chair. Donovan pipes up, "What's on tap?" {response} |
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