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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[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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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