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That disastrous night a few days behind them, Bond had recovered his dignity- mostly because Q hadn't pressed him with questions. He'd removed that addendum from his hotel contract and had had no further problems.
The porter had told him of a pleasure cruise scheduled for tonight. Black tie, of course. It was a gala, but Bond wasn't certain what it was meant to support. He'd signed up himself and a guest, then ordered two tuxes, simply assuming Q would join him.
He'd sent message to the boffin to meet him at 5 in his hotel room to get ready. He ordered up a bottle of chilled champagne and some berries to help prepare them for their night on the bay.
The porter had told him of a pleasure cruise scheduled for tonight. Black tie, of course. It was a gala, but Bond wasn't certain what it was meant to support. He'd signed up himself and a guest, then ordered two tuxes, simply assuming Q would join him.
He'd sent message to the boffin to meet him at 5 in his hotel room to get ready. He ordered up a bottle of chilled champagne and some berries to help prepare them for their night on the bay.