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[callitavesper]

Breakfast is Bond's favorite meal of the day. At times, it is the only reason why he gets out of bed. Work may be tedious and an end to the waiting may not be in sight, but at least Bond can start his day with a cup of coffee and a plate full of scrambled eggs. And other food, of course, but mainly the scrambled eggs

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[joye_of_snackes]

"Wotcher!"

Cheerful, harmless old lady sitting right opposite him.

"Good night, was it?"

[callitavesper]

"Pardon?" he asks, prying his eyes away from the tasty tasty scrambled egs (so hard to do).

[joye_of_snackes]

"You got the look of someone what had a good night, and would rather he wouldn't,"Nanny explains easily.

"I'm not wrong, am I?"

[callitavesper]

"Oh!" He laughs. "Not far off the mark at all."

[lissla_lissar]

Lissar did mention dogs yesterday, right? Did she mention that combined there are more than seven hundred pounds of dog?

Probably not, but the roiling boil of fleethounds intent on getting Out Of The Heat and Into The Bar over by the door is fairly noticeable.

[callitavesper]

Mmm, yes. Considerably. It catches Bond's eye with ease, and his mind, addled as it is with tiredness and booze, thinks back to yesterday's conversation. It's no surprise, then, that he's on his feet and heading over in no time.

[lissla_lissar]

"Good day, Mr. Bond." Lissar says as four of seven dogs turn to sniff the person coming toward their Person, "I hope that you slept well."

[callitavesper]

Bond chuckles and looks to the floor, perhaps a bit sheepishly. "I'm afraid I didn't. Rough night. Got attacked by a rabid doppelganger."