The car talk got Constance mulling over something Edward had said a little bit earlier: the island did not have planes. As the others discussed the proper use of the word “car” versus “automobile”, gears in Constance’s head began to turn. Flight was a powerful tool, and with the secrets to it being locked on this island the new inventor of the airplane could easily monopolize the market. Constance furrowed her brow. Although her factories had built airplanes, she did not know the ins and outs of engineering. There were people on the Garrloch that knew, of course, and perhaps the blueprints to the Endurance was hanging about, but getting access to either of those seemed like a pipe dream, another flight of fancy. She sighed.
 
“What did Maxine say in there?”
 
Constance looked over at the speaker. It was Raymond. The man seemed almost permanently latched to Juliette. Perhaps they were dating, perhaps one of them was using the other as an accessory. He asked the question twice, although Constance couldn’t be one hundred percent sure that it had really been the same question. After all, the only word she could make out when he spoke in his native tongue was “Maxine”. Juliette spoke first, giving Constance a second to think if she should even tell the man what Maxine had asked her—it had been a private conversation, after all, and this Raymond could just be trying to stir the pot around town. Still, Constance knew that if she said nothing then Luna, like some kind of twisted angel on her shoulder, would go ahead and expound the truth. Better to have the words come from her mouth than that of a pit viper. 
 
“She didn’t say anything bad about you, if that’s what you are asking. She’s simply a bored, older woman trying to get some thrills by playing matchmaker in her spare time. I had hardly shaken her hand before she was thinking of men which she could offer mine to,” said Constance, smiling lightly. “One of them, Joseph Geralt, is going to be meeting us at the Obelisk, I’m afraid.” She gave Raymond a teasing wink. “You’ll distract him for me if he turns out to be a bore, won’t you? Hmph, maybe I’ll just pass him off onto Luna. I’m sure if I just pretend to like him she’d be more than happy to steal him away.”
 
She made a disgusted face at the thought, and then turned back to Juliette and Raymond. “So, obelisks and engagements aside, what is the must-do thing on this island? No, scratch that, I don’t want anything touristy. Where’s your favorite place on this island?”