Fynn arrved a while later, carrying his battered old datapad and a pack of slimfoil printouts.
Olsen greeted him slyly , stopping Fynn in his tracks with his grin...
"Olsen ? Whats up ?"
"Might I not just being happy to see you, Boss? "
"See me ? You see me more than most of your regulars, old chap. And you are grinning like a discordian cardplayer who won a blackjack game against five corporate bigmouths and a libertonian cruiser captain. Also, you never call me Boss except when you are up to something"
Olsen laughed and pointed over to the backroom "Nah, it´s only that Sturm vanished behind the door there and told me you´d be coming. Is there something I´d like to know ?"
"Only that you can grab a few bottles of wine and come on over. There are some things I´d like to ask you, and you are the experienced Junker we have here. Also tell your stewards that they are supposed to send Basti in if he happens to pass through the Cantina , will you ?"
"So what is up, Fynn ?"
Now Fynn grinned back at Olsen " Only some thoughts about long range exploration and wreck hunting, together with some plans for a fast evacuation vehicle. But we are still in brainstorming phase, so yust come on over.
And tell them to send in any Seniors interested, too."