She then took a second stairway up to the uppermost level, where doors led to
two master suites. She passed the first, closed doorway and entered the next,
which revealed a very tastefully decorated bedroom with a stunning view of the
ocean. Its large bathing chambers could be seen through another door off to
the left.
She indicated a table where fruits and other light foods had been
placed. "Just in case you wanted a little something to fortify yourself. Nothing alcoholic, I'm afraid," she finished lightly.
His grin was lopsided. "Wouldn't want to chance taking this step with a compromised intellect," he agreed. There will be plenty of time for imbibing *after* she can no longer change her mind.
She walked to the bed and lifted up a maile lei. "For the groom. I
figured it would go with any color you wore."
He smiled warmly. "Thank you. It is perfect. As is everything. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate all that you have done for us, this day, and all the others."
(eh?)
****
Downstairs at the transporter console, a signal came through. A cloistered monastary in Ireland was calling. Father Patrick Francis O'Malley was requesting transport.
(eh?)
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Randy
Randy
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