Kali knocked on my hotel suite door at seven o'clock exactly, and she looked as though she'd spent the whole night getting ready for it.
Her usual practical clothes had been replaced by the most formal outfit I'd ever seen her wear, dark and severe and very carefully pressed. I suspected she'd changed at least three times before settling on it.
"Good morning, Arthur," she said, with great composure. The nervous energy coming off her rather spoiled the effect. "I trust you slept well?"
"Better than you, apparently." There were faint shadows under her eyes. "Did you sleep at all, or did you spend the night reading up on Meilyn's tactical innovations?"
A flush crept up her neck. "I may have reviewed some recent strategic analyses. For context."
'She was up all night reading about Meilyn, wasn't she?' Luna said, delighted.
'Almost certainly,' I replied. 'I'm half expecting her to take out a notebook halfway through the conversation.'
