Chris lifted his mug again, trying to hide the heat still in his face. 'Second day in Saha and already ten ghosts in the walls,' he thought. 'Five days with Dax and I still don't know where the line is between charm and teeth.' Aloud he managed, "Guess I'm full of surprises."
Marta's smile deepened as she gestured toward the corridor. "Come on, sir. Let's get you some breakfast before the day starts. You'll feel better with food in you." Her tone softened into something almost maternal. "And while we're walking, maybe you can tell me what you actually like. Any allergies, favorite dishes, or times of day you prefer to eat? His Majesty gave me a blank check, but I'd rather cook for a person than for a title."
