As soon as the ship is cleared by the work crew, Paris took a deep sigh and left her post at the cargo access and headed back to the galley--she did not have a truly good feel for this place, so many things to go wrong.

But there was lunch to be made and supper to be prepared and she still needed to get her own self ready on the assumption, of course, that Sasha wouldn't miss their dinner date.

When Paris enters the galley she sees a light flashing on the intercom console there. If it was a message from one of the crew it would have come through the commdot, so it must be from a passenger. Only one of them aboard, so his Lordship must be up.

She stoped for a moment, mental fingers pinching the bridge of her nose trying to prevent the impending headache that would come, then cleared her mind, donned a neutral smile and answered the call.

Pushing the button, Paris hears a recorded message from Lord Percy, "Um, look, um, would you bring me up a breakfast? Eggs? Yes, two, um......scrambled, um, and some of that ham you get from the...no, okay, make that bacon. Can you do bacon from that vat? Bread and jam, no...yes...and coffee. A whole pot! And just black coffee, not Irish...okay? Okay, Paris?"

Even as the words filtered through the galley, the Steward was already moing and working towards their Supercargo's breakfast--exactly as requested. Not quite bacon, but a bit of seasoning here, a bit of hard-frying there...and within five minutes, thank goodness the bread was done; two slices quickly carved from the loaf and the tray was prepared.

Smoothing her skirt and glancing at her reflection in the steel of the cooler unit, Paris ensured she looked her best and grabbed the tray and headed for the pax deck--and quickly, upon arrival, set the table for Lord Percy. "Milord?" she called.