She turned in his arms and replied, "I am afraid that feasting with your eyes will not be sufficient, my Husband.
Their moment was interrupted by Jerrick and the bellman. Carrhae glanced at Matthew. Had the attendant never attended a honeymooning couple before? With a sigh that sounded like it was only a degree or two from expressing frustration, she said, "Enter." "Excuse me, sir, madame. We have set up your luggage in your room. You had mentioned a intimate dinner in for tonight. May I suggest water fowl with roasted local root vegetables, and dark green salad. Our chef has a special glaze for the fowl that is most excellent. It pairs wonderful with a sweet and ever so slightly dry zinfandel. Our guests seem to like it especially after a long trip to Bajor. Personally, I would recommend a strong cocktail as a starter. Perhaps an Irish whiskey or a single malt Scotch- Dalwhinnie 15 year..." "That sounds like an excellent choice," Carrhae replied graciously. Matthew winked at his wife, then pulled free. "The Dalwhinnie sounds nice, but I'm partial to Macallan," he said. "Either the 18 year sherry cask, or the cask strength if you have them?" "I believe that I can get my hands on a quantity of Macallan 18 year. I will see it brought up for the bar in your suite." He walked toward the men, and accompanied them out of the suite. "It is typically my policy, rather than give small gratuities for each act, to give one large gratuity at the end to be divvied up amongst those who assisted us. Would that be acceptable?" he asked the bellman. "Of course, sir. Thank you.", answered the bellman. He then took his leave with a quick nod of the head. He nodded. "Thank you for your time, sir," he said in a dismissal. After he had walked away he turned to Jerrick. "I appreciate the level of service you and the facility are offering," he told him. "However, we are on a delayed honeymoon, so having an attendant around - no matter how attentive - is not what we had in mind. However, there is something you could do for me, if you are willing?" "I completely understand, and am at your pleasure." He pulled a credit chip from his pocket. Jerrick could see from the amount displayed that it was a decent sum. "My wife and I collect art, but rather than go through commercial galleries, we like to help support individual and often poorly known artists. What part of Bajor are you from, Jerrick?" "I am from Tryla, well the mountains on the outskirts of the region." "And what kind of art is your region known for?" "Pottery really, but a lesser known art form is carpets." Matt nodded. "Take this," he said, "and head back to your local region. Find us something that is characteristic of the art of your region and purchase it for us, preferably, again, from an individual artist. If you need to get to know this artist first, so be it. I would expect that half the sum on the chip would be reasonable for your expenses." All he could do to respond and maintain his professionalism was get really large eyes. "And I would also expect that this should take no less than two and perhaps even as much as four days. If your employer asks where you are, I will explain that you are fulfilling an errand at my request. Is all this okay?" he asked. "Am I asking too much?" "Not at all. You desire is my mission. Enjoy your stay." After Jerrick left, Carrhae, who had watched the entire process, "If you have not been a spy in your past, Matthew, you have missed a calling," she said with admiration. Matthew smiled at her. "The trick in medicine is getting the patient to do the right thing by making them think it was their idea in the first place." He shrugged. "This isn't so different." (Carrhae) . -- ***** Randy, AKA Admiral Matthew Brennan Ryan Thompson Khre'Riov Ael t'Khllrenz, Ambassador, RSE Spacedock
