[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 (Courtyard)-> Qasr El Nil Barracks (Officer's Club) 
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	[color=b8860b]"Prematurely?"[/color] questioned Reginald with some exclamation, [color=b8860b]"Dear boy, I have re-acquired my presumed deceased nephew after harrowing [i]years[/i], and have now received the joyous news that he intends to resume the courtship of a perfectly lovely and appropriate young lady, with whom I have the privileged distinction of calling my own family, blood ties or no. Point of fact, Peter, were she to eventually accept your proposal, I could refer to her as my niece in an official capacity instead of merely expressing sentiment."[/color] 

	The champagne arrived, courtesy of the slender, fez-wearing bartender. The Lord Major selected a magnum bottle with an earthy red cork, its label featuring the word "Brut" in its descriptor. Reginald selected two additional champagne flutes from above the bar, and deftly removed the cork with a dramatic [i]pop[/i]. Pouring the pale, platinum liquid into each of the glasses, he summarized, [color=b8860b]"Lord Captain, it is an excellent occasion to celebrate."[/color] 

	He pushed a full flute to both Peter and Lauren, and raised his own to toast. [color=b8860b]"Your health and prosperity."[/color] 

	Reginald noted that Lauren had done a worthwhile job summing up what had been occurring to them all. There were some parts that were left out. He tried to continue the story. [color=b8860b]"Vera <ahem> ...Lady Munn believes that they are all connected, a sentiment to which I agree most wholeheartedly. These incidents connect those of us tapped by it, though for good or ill I've not the fuller scope to see. The Lady Munn also believes that this is somehow related to an ancient deity named Bastet. Starting tomorrow, we all have our little jobs, preparing for an exploratory venture up the Nile. As for myself, I am playing the role of Quartermaster for this venture. The Royal Military has long been a source of supply for undertakings of this variety, when presented by the Peerage."[/color] 

	The older man took a formidable sip from his glass, and noticed Lauren eyeing the spread nearby. [color=b8860b]"Oh by all means, Miss Ridgeway, please do help yourself. I would recommend the fresh figs; they do not keep long and are particularly excellent. Then again, most all of the food out this way is particularly excellent, though one does often miss the epicure of one's youth."[/color] 

	[color=b8860b]"And don't you give too much concern to formalities, Miss Ridgeway. We are British, if you'll bear notice. It's how we show respect and civility. If I use your first name only, then either we are very familiar, I am trying to get your attention, or I am moderately intoxicated and forget my manners."[/color]