[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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	It was excellent to have Peter in his office for a visit and a little late morning tea, even to meet his friend from the war. It was an awkward meeting, that much was certain, but he hoped a generally positive experience for both his nephew and his new guest. Aside from his little ...incident... and that of his favorite Corporal, it seemed to go along swimmingly. Sadly, their time together had to come to a temporary close, seeing as both he and the Lord Captain had matters of business to attend. [color=b8860b]"Positively, my boy. Meanwhile, I shall see to issues of our little Fellowship and the Barracks. Speaking of which, the first matter should be arriving any minute. Do have a pleasant day, Peter. I shall see you again soon. Oh, and it was a rare pleasure meeting you, Mr. Benaszewski. My best to you and your family."[/color] 

	After the pair left, Reginald signaled for a steward to clear away tea service and bring around a tall pitcher of cool water with a set of tumbler glasses. It promised to be a series of lengthy conversations, and a gentleman tried to be prepared for any eventuality he or his guests may require. 

	What occurred next began a chain of events that would give the venerable Lord Major a sense of droll satisfaction. It was the plan, at any rate. But the perpetual smugness that ordinarily came with being a ranking officer in His Majesty's Armed Forces would have to build a bit first. One does not flash boil tea, no, one brings the water to a gentle simmer before allowing it to politely cross the border into a low, murmuring boil, then introduces the proper amount of just the appropriately oxidized tea leaves to steep, thusly creating that nectar of the gods, English Tea.    

	When the guard knocked and announced the presence of the Reporter and the Starlet, Reginald responded with an authoritative, [color=b8860b]"Excellent. Do show Miss Clark inside, and have Mr. Elvsgaard take a chair in the lobby. Wait just outside my door in the interim, soldier."[/color] As the door swung open to admit the first of what promised to be two interesting exchanges, the Lord Major exclaimed warmly, [color=b8860b]"Please Miss Clark, come right in. Welcome to my professional sanctum, spartan as it is. Take a seat. Do help yourself to a glass of water or a vanilla crisp. Oh, unless you would prefer something more ...fortified? We have much to talk about."[/color]