"Oh, bloody hell," Bond huffed. "We're meeting in a bistro. Collateral damage will be significant."

The kettle began to boil and he poured Q a cup of tea. As it steeped he opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Grey Goose. Not his usual, but the bottle was a gift from the concierge. He poured some in a glass.

"This just gets better and better."