Benedict tried to maintain some focus on Khara and the giant while he answered the Trump call. It was a strange face he didn't recognize...a young boy, no more than fourteen. He was smiling, a lot. Too much, in Benedict's estimation. He was wearing something like a squire's outfit, done in forest green and gray. The kid's hair was short blonde, spiked up arrogantly, and he reminded Ben of Random. The kid said, "Hello."
"Who is this?" Benedict asked tersely.
"Oh wow. It worked. It really really worked. Cool. I'll call you later. Bye Bye Benny." Benny?!?
"What?!?" Benedict was disturbed and getting pissed off, especially with this kid calling him "Benny". The Prince demanded, "Who is this?? How did you get ahold of my Trump?"
"Just your friendly...oh wait, I can't say for now. Buh Bye Benny." The Trump connection was gone.
Benedict was furious as he turned his attention to Khara and the giant. She had already vanquished the monster, and was waiting for Benedict to finish with his call. "Are you ready to get moving Benedict? Our jolly giant here scared away the riff-raff, so we can go eat in style. Well, as much style as a hell hole of a prison world can get."
Grumping to himself, he resheated his sword and followed her to a restaurant. For once, he didn't notice if she was trying to seduce him or not....he just wasn't in the mood for any more nonsense. A few minutes later, they were seated in a large open ceiling diner. "Go ahead and order for me," Benedict mutters, slumping into the chair. She did so, and a half hour later both were sated...foodwise at least. He didn't speak during dinner, and she didn't pry...much.
"Well, that was wonderful," she sighed, "Much better than the junk served planet side."
Benedict grunted, agreeing with her in an offhand way. He finally fixed his gaze on Khara and asked, "Well. How soon will you be ready to go?"
"Oh pooh. I suppose we should be heading on. Though, we should at least stop on by the summer palace to let my maid know."
Benedict frowns, but waves for her to lead the way. They returned back to the craft with less trouble than before, and took off. It took only a few moments for her to make arrangements, and "pack" appropriately. Benedict then pulled out his Trump of the gates of Amber, and they stepped through.
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