Cafe Fina, Sunday Evening

[doubleohblonde]

Bond had spent most of the last two days being interrogated debriefed by his 'aunt', so it had been something of a relief when M had suggested inviting Kyle along to dinner so she could meet him before she left.

Arguably Bond should have felt some sort of shame hiding behind his TA, but to be quite honest, by this point he would have thrown anyone in M's path to distract her. There were reasons she was in charge.

[For two.]

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[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

An invitation to dinner was the last thing Kyle had expected after getting back from Vegas. Add to that the upscale place and the reason for it and Kyle was starting off on the wrong foot before he even walked into the restaurant.

He even managed to wear a collared shirt and pants. They were the same ones he wore to dances at the school, so they were too small for him now. And his hair? Forget that ever being anything but messy. At least collarbone was back in one piece and he wasn't limping. That was something. He did look worn out though but did a half-decent job of keeping that to himself.

[m-stands-for.livejournal.com]

M took one look at Kyle then turned to glare at Bond. "What have you been doing to the poor boy?"

Because clearly he was responsible.

[doubleohblonde]

Bond was very rarely at a loss for words, but M had that skill.

"Kyle," he managed, eyeing him with some concern of his own.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Mr. Bond. Rose says hi," he said by way of explanation and then added a polite greeting to the lady. "Ma'am."

[doubleohblonde]

"I trust she's doing well?" Or hoped, at least.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

"Keeping herself busy." That was a big no, but a sign that at least she was in one piece.

[m-stands-for.livejournal.com]

If anything the glaring in Bond's direction got worse, whatever possessed her to think Bond was suitable to spend time around children?

[doubleohblonde]

"Rose was my other assistant," Bond explained, feeling terribly guilty despite not really having done anything wrong.

"Kyle, you can trust my aunt with anything you'd trust me with."

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

Kyle eyed Bond's 'aunt' and then gave a nod. "Rose is a bodyguard for a member of her peoples' royal family. She called me to help her with something this week and we ran into some trouble with the bad guys. Mr. Bond didn't know." You're welcome, Bond. You're welcome.

[m-stands-for.livejournal.com]

And however was hiring children as bodyguards was now the new target of M's ire.

She handed Kyle the menu. "You order first, Reese." If they were slow bringing the food out, Bond wasn't the only person in the room with a license to kill.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

He accepted the menu and looked over the options, though he didn't understand a lot of the descriptions. "Steak?"

[doubleohblonde]

Doing his best not to draw M's attention, Bond nodded and mouthed "good choice" at Kyle.

[weetinyreese.livejournal.com]

The corner of his mouth lifted slightly, betraying his attempt to keep a straight face for M.