Room 7, Carriage House, Wednesday, lunch time

[side_spook]

Nadia and Walter had a lunch date scheduled. She had taken a page from his butlery book and turned one of the desks in her room into a little table, complete with a sheet for a table cloth. She'd replaced her stereo about a week ago, and now had Pink Martini playing quietly in the background. As promised, she had the hot sauce and the drinks. Now all she needed was the Walter.

[ooc: locked to Walter, bitte.]