ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-ONE: Event Planning Isn't Hard
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Maybe I’ve found my true calling, thought Alden. He was sitting in the cafeteria at the table he’d helped clear dishes from. His tablet was in front of him, and he was adding Bobby’s name to the list of people who wanted to donate food. Event planning isn’t that hard.
Because he’d told Kabir he would take care of informing the generals, he’d sent a message to Drusi-otta earlier, asking her if it was all right to offer Esh-erdi and Lind-otta food gifted by humans who weren’t the official Matadero chef. Alden couldn’t bring himself to call Esh-erdi personally about it. “Are you too important to be in the presence of food made by people without a culinary degree?” was a bizarre distraction of a question, so…votary.
Not an assassin. One trip to a Rapport sure could reframe a lot of things.
He’d also updated the votary on his planned movements to and from Matadero today, since the last he’d heard she was still monitoring him when he left.
Drusi-otta, with her typical brevity, had thanked him and told him that the dishes presented at the day’s second meal were not something the knights considered at length.
Maybe they’ll consider these at length in a good way, though. It looks like it could be a great meal.
He sent a text to Haoyu, telling him to expect his personal trainer to show up at the dorm bearing a cucumber salad. Alden had been sending most of the Apex residents there to drop off their donations.