The outdated comms box on the main room's backbar crackled to life.
"This is Waverly to Hope's Haven, lookin' for the lady with the prettiest green eyes in all of Sirius, come back?"
"Ahoy the Bafflin' Queen. This is Moira speakin'. And is this the fellow who blew up the potential customer with the most voracious appetite in Newcastle? I should be mad at ye fer blowin' up me trade like that!"
A chuckle. "Well, your Innkeepership, I'm inbound to make amends for that. I've lifted 20 new staff from the finest resorts and restaurants on Curacao for your review. i also have a week's reservations for all dozen rooms, and you'd best plan on dinner for 30 more. I talked a few of our Baffin tourists into a wee side excursion."
"Why, you old bugger! There'd best be two good housekeepers and a head chef amonst that lot, or I'll send the lot of ye packin' right back to Cuckooland! Sendin' you off to battle the Ultimate Evil was surprise enough for one week, Reginald Waverly. Any more this week, and i'll be off to Edinburgh, and you'll be sleepin' alone again!"
"Now, now, Kentigearna.. our ETA is 90 minutes. I'll help you sort out the staff, and the menu. If any other amends are needed, I pray we can discuss them.. in private.. upstairs?"
"Why, you old goat! We'll be waitin'. Put on yer best grovellin' kneepads, and I'll think about it. Moira out!"