(ooc: since you seem to be online, seemed a shame to miss the opportunity.)
>> anything from garibaldi?) > > (ooc: time of day/night?) > > ... When the food was there, she looked over to see if the aromas had > awakened him. > > When she finally looked over she realized he had been awake for some time. > He was propped up in bed, pillows under his back and neck, and he was > watching her. "Why did you not tell me you were awake?" she asked. > "Just enjoying the view," he told her with a grin. "Any news?" he > climbed > out of bed and wrapped the resort's thick, plush robe around himself. "Ryan has accomplished his goals for the day. So far, all is quiet," she replied as she placed the food on a table comfortably positioned to be able to enjoy the warmth of the fireplace. Matthew joined her at the table. He lifted the bottle of Macallan and uncorked it, sampling its aroma. He poured himself a few fingers. "Would you care for some?" he asked her. Thus far, he'd had difficulty getting his wife to appreciate the finer brands of scotch whisky. (Carrhae) (either pours her a few fingers or recorks the bottle) and then swirls it under his nose before taking a sip and delighting in the flavor. "No word from Marcus, I take it." She would have said if there was. (Carrhae) "And no Jerrick getting underfoot?" (Carrhae) He looked out through the large glass door that faced the lake. (OOC: I had assumed this was the next morning - perhaps early, allowing for Jet, er, Warp lag, and all?) The sun was not yet up, but there was moonlight playing across the water. (If I may be so bold as to take the liberty) "I could get to like it here," he said simply. "Granted, its not Ireland, and the water out there isn't anything like the Shannon, but still.... It has its appeal." (Carrhae) -- ***** Randy, AKA Admiral Matthew Brennan Ryan Thompson Khre'Riov Ael t'Khllrenz, Ambassador, RSE Spacedock
