Freyr thought about it for a while. “I think we’d definitely take a holiday.” She laughed. The stress was palpable nowadays, with no sign of abating. “I want to bring them to a beach.” Freyr smiled, drinking her wine. “But forgive me if i don’t share [i]all[/i] of your optimism. The issue is uniquely complex and oceanic in depth. I’m uncertain there will be a quick fix that gives me a proper ‘out’. Besides, i don’t think the government really peddles in rewards. We get paid high salaries to stick at it for fifty years, by which time we have enough saved to live the remaining fifty in luxury.”

[i]”Spoken like a true bureaucrat, good job.”[/i] 595 giggled in private comms. The strong wine must've been working its magic, because Freyr chuckled too. “What about you? Are you on track for a medal if this goes well?” She asked, leaning forward slightly.