Reggie rose from his comfy rocker and went into the Veranda for more coffee. He also transmitted the message to the Virulian Temple.
Returning to the wide porch, he handed Dane a refill, and sat again.
"Well, Dane, the message is sent. You're welcome to stay on here if you like, but I'm sure you have more pressing matters. I know I'm getting behind. Moira's been carrying the load while I've been "chained" here to the porch.
"Dame Hunter has our numbers. Doc won't answer, of course.. he's fed up with this whole charade; and, I have my doubts I'll be getting a call either.
I shall miss your music and your company, sir. Feel free to drop by any time in future as our honored guest."