[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=b8860b]Reginald Keystone[/color][/b][/i][/h1]
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	Reginald decided to stay out of the whole "marriage" conversation. It was something for Peter to torture his American friend with; merely something for him to enjoy from the comfort of his desk chair. The news that his nephew had neglected to eat since coming to Cairo did take him by surprise. The cuisines of North Africa and the Middle East, jumbled together in a cultural gathering place and once world power took on a singularly unique note, here in the capitol. The British influence helped a bit too; were one to ask the Lord Major, the food was probably the only thing that made up for the nigh intolerable desert climate. 

	Still keeping away from the topic of Peter's courtship to Vera, Reginald sipped his tea and interjected, [color=b8860b]"Oh my, well you positively must sample Cairo cuisine. Perhaps, if schedules permit, a nice supper this evening? The locals have this wonderful flatbread that pairs exceptionally with coal-grilled lamb and some manner of lentil paste... I haven't the foggiest what it's called at this moment, but it is divine. Of course, closer to the English speaking parts of the city, there are a number of respectable fish & chips purveyors..."[/color] His parental instincts kicked in with his nephew, a point that he noticed almost immediately. This was a grown man who had been through much in recent years, who very likely did not need another overly concerned mother hen clucking around him. [color=b8860b]"Well then, gentlemen. Please enjoy the tea to the fullest of your leisure, but following, I've a couple of short engagements that require my attention. The Officers' Club shall be at your disposal; you might be able to secure a light brunch or the like, if you so desire. I recommend the date bread. It is an experience, you see. Otherwise, I..."[/color] 

	A sharp knock at the door stopped Reginald mid-sentence. He cleared his throat, addressing the visitor, [color=b8860b]"Yes? You may enter."[/color] followed by a quick, [color=b8860b]"Eyes front, Private! Hold attention."[/color] There was no way he was going to have yet another incident in his office. [color=b8860b]"State your business."[/color] 

	"Supply report, Lord Major!" he piped up.

		[color=b8860b]"Yes, yes quite."[/color] Reginald held out his hand to receive the report, snapping it under his vision as soon as it touched his fingers. [color=b8860b]"Right. Take the surplus goods from the first column and set them aside, itemized, ready for quick loading. Further, these items..."[/color] A pen from his desk checked next to a handful of entries elsewhere in the report, [color=b8860b]"Also set on standby; enough for a diplomatic outing. Do remind the Supply Sergeant to account for this in the weekly requisitions. Quick about it then, Private!"[/color] 

	The soldier snapped a salute and delivered an appropriately decibeled "Yes, Lord Major!" before taking the paperwork back and marching doubletime back out of his office. 

	[color=b8860b]"Where was I... Ah yes, appointments aside (which should only last a few minutes), otherwise I shall join you the the Club afterwards, if it be your desire to remain. But for now, we take Tea. So, Mr. Benaszewski, how long do you expect to reside in Cairo?"[/color]