Freyr couldn’t quite believe it. A sparkling avenue of hope that’d been closed from the day she’d seen her family in the Morgue, and was told of the situation, was opening up again. She felt tears welling up again, happier this time, and patted at her eyes with one of Kalax’ tissues. “I, um, I don’t know what to say!” Freyr exclaimed, laughing softly through her tears. “Thank you, for wanting to try at least. That means a lot to me. However, I don't have the authority to set those trials up. I’m not even sure who would. Perhaps we could ask Kalax to put out some feelers?”

At that point, the loud [i]POP[/i] of a cork made Freyr look round. It seemed the Outremer Security Council delegate had been invited to join Kalax and 595’s table, having just exited onto the balcony via another door. A waiter stood by their table with an ice bucket and a recently opened bottle of champagne, pouring it into three delicate crystal glasses. Kalax and 595 howled with laughter at some joke before standing up to greet the delegate. Freyr looked back and smiled at Vreta, feeling her face with her hands to make sure all her tears were gone. “Shall we order?”