Wednesday, 07:00 tines
Mark and Juraens were awake by seven. Mark made coffee using some of the real stuff in the small kitchen area in the coffee pot Bron fabricated for them before they left.
::The Senator is a tall man for Earth at six foot five. On Sarran he’d be considered to be of average height. He fit into your sleep pants.:: Juraens handed Mark a mug.
The Senator came out of the bedroom. ::I smelled coffee. Yes, I was always considered to be tall and I’ve tried to keep fit.::
Juraens looked at Mark. Mark dropped his mug. “Fuck.”
Mark immediately called the Concierge to have the sweeper clean up the mess. ::Sam, you’re in for a shock.::
::Is the coffee that bad?:: Sam asked, looking at Mark giving him a half-hearted chuckle.
::No, Sam. Think about this. Have we made a sound?
