Bond had been up since sunrise, ready to receive Q. There had been breakfast and he'd shaved. A lovely nymph had washed and braided his hair and his clothes were clean and fresh and bright.

It made him think he'd have a use for Nyx aboard the ship after all. Salt water was terrible for the laundry. A nymph's magic, though. Perfect.

"Harry," he called as he approached the man in the main hall. "They aren't here yet? Where is everyone? Do fae sleep the day away?" he grumbled nervously, looking more dashing and polished than he ever had before.