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Late October is not the warmest time of year in Sanq, a country that's not known for blistering temperatures in any case. Thus when Sally enters the bar, she's quick to push the doors shut once again against a blast of icy wind.
She's just blown in, as it were, from a fancy lunch party for foreign delegates visiting Sanq for delicate talks with the tiny country's Board of Commerce. Normally it would fall to Zechs to attend such a function - there's something impressive about having the virtual head of Preventer and the Prince of Sanq on hand to oversee security - but since Zechs is out of the country on a tour of inspection, the duty has fallen to Sally. Lucky girl.
Sally heads for the bar and orders and large bowl of udon and an oversize cup of green tea before retreating to the fireplace. She sheds her long wool coat and settles down to eat, a rather conflicting picture with her potentially messy meal and elegant blue satin gown.
Lunch in Milliways? There's no other way to do it, really.
She's just blown in, as it were, from a fancy lunch party for foreign delegates visiting Sanq for delicate talks with the tiny country's Board of Commerce. Normally it would fall to Zechs to attend such a function - there's something impressive about having the virtual head of Preventer and the Prince of Sanq on hand to oversee security - but since Zechs is out of the country on a tour of inspection, the duty has fallen to Sally. Lucky girl.
Sally heads for the bar and orders and large bowl of udon and an oversize cup of green tea before retreating to the fireplace. She sheds her long wool coat and settles down to eat, a rather conflicting picture with her potentially messy meal and elegant blue satin gown.
Lunch in Milliways? There's no other way to do it, really.