[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=b8860b][b]Location:[/b][/color] Qasr El Nil Barracks [/center][hr][hr]
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	Reginald took over the role of servant, of a sort, in his own office. He had waved away the tea steward earlier in hopes of avoiding another incident like the one that had embarrassed himself, and then his "favorite" Corporal. He didn't know much of anything about this George Benaszewski aside from the fact that he was a friend of his nephew's from the Great War, but it was enough. Even if he were some manner of crazed, opium addicted menace to society, he would receive proper decorum on his base until his actions dictated otherwise. [color=b8860b]"Lemon, yes quite..."[/color] he mused, counting out several very thin, semicircular slices of the tangy citrus fruit with a small pair of metal tongs, placing them on the saucer in front of him except for one. Proper service suggested that it should be hung from the edge of his teacup with the remainder set beside; if he wanted a touch more (or a lot more) it was calmly at his disposal, for use in several cups of tea or lumped into one if he so desired. 

	Then again, the man [i]was[/i] American. Such civilized customs might elude him for that detail alone. But no! He was a gracious host. The Lord Major would educate his guest with minimal prompting, as it suited their preference. 

	Again, Reginald's mind went back to the visitor he had yet to receive, and the phone call that had yet to ring. Maybe he was giving too little time for such logistics to be made available. No, it was better to wait for a while. He had guests anyway, and though his office wasn't the greatest place to entertain, it would suffice for the meantime. At the very least, it would suffice well enough for tea service for three people before he had to get back to the business of quartermastering an expedition to the unknown.

	[color=b8860b]"Well, let us not dwell upon things of depressing note, gentlemen. We were all part of the Great War; experienced it firsthand, the grime and glory of it, both. Let us speak of things more uplifting, if old soldiers like ourselves are able. What say you? Here, here we are... Peter, Mr. Benaszewski, have you the opportunity to sample much of the local cuisine? You Americans are fond of your coffees, but have you imbibed a thick, potent cup of Cairo black? It is quite the experience, you see."[/color]