Date: 2015-01-15 04:48 am (UTC)
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Bond remained in the kitchen, warming the parmigiana and pasta and serving them so they could eat like civilized people. By the time he brought the plates out Oberon was curled in Q's lap.

"Here we go," he said. "Would you like some wine? I opened a bottle to breathe a little while ago."

He wasn't oblivious. He was sure Q must be upset. It was a dangerous mission. China was...daunting.

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