"Indeed," he agreed contentedly, pleased that he and Melita were thinking along the same track. Hadama might not have been as casually murderous as the honeybee girl by nature, but the ocean tended to a certain fierce pragmatism in those who traveled outside the City's protections.
The bazaar brought its usual distractions from the annoyances of would-be brothers-in-law and genocidal henchwomen, and Hadama looked with interest at what he could see - and listened to what he couldn't. Each mundane suggestion earned a negative shake of his head until the thought from earlier began to coalesce.
"The drinks... hmm. Not quite. But.. are there any small, waterproof boxes?" he asked slowly, a gleam of mischief beginning to shine in an emerald eye.
The bazaar brought its usual distractions from the annoyances of would-be brothers-in-law and genocidal henchwomen, and Hadama looked with interest at what he could see - and listened to what he couldn't. Each mundane suggestion earned a negative shake of his head until the thought from earlier began to coalesce.
"The drinks... hmm. Not quite. But.. are there any small, waterproof boxes?" he asked slowly, a gleam of mischief beginning to shine in an emerald eye.
